there’s a house that seems to have been built
on top of a comedy club that burned down
some 30 odd years ago, because all the laughter
disappears in that house over there,
but that’s only if you look at its shadow,
which doesn’t seem to be well defined
if you’re reading some sort of meaning in this,
then that’s not my fault,
it’s yours, so maybe stop putting whatever it is you’re going through
onto the dumb little things i write
with no meaning meant,
including offense
the lights keep blinking on and off,
as if that were to mean something,
but it doesn’t, because the darkness holds
no wisdom except for what’s stored
in the grand nothingness
Fred Aiken Writing 