Fred Aiken Writing

December 27, 2023

veins of espresso

i once tried to slow down,
but the espresso in my veins wouldn’t let me,
and my flesh started to peel back,
a fever settled in,
my hair went gray,
and my vision blurred

December 26, 2023

the 13th floor

the city doesn’t look like much
while falling from a 13 story building
in hopes that the fall will be as lucky 
as it sounds,
or maybe that’s unlucky, i always get my numbers 
mixed up

December 25, 2023

collage of sin

if i were a priest,
then i would probably take all the confessions
made to me
and create a collage, which i would call the collage of sin,
that no one knew where it began, 
nor where it ended,
but of course, i am not a priest