Fred Aiken Writing

a night on the lake

making out in the middle of a lake
without any flotation device,
as we drown in glow of a thousand
stars staring down and wondering
what two pieces of gas and air in a meat sack
are flailing all about for

what stares back

i don’t look into the mirror for confirmation,
but i would like to see a smile, you know,
at least a couple of times a year,
so maybe you could talk to your boss and let ‘em know,
or not?

spotify’s algorithm

how do i get spotify’s algorithm
to stop recommending xmas music
for this entire month? 
perhaps i need to be the type of person
that just plays cannibal corpse
all throughout november and december