realities look grim and foreboding at the dusk
of a day spent drinking cough syrup while sweating under a heat blanket,
and hoping that whatever illness this is
goes far, far away,
but probably not til tomorrow
i wrote in my journal that i forgot to write in my journal yesterday,
but realized yesterday was still today,
so i guess i remembered after all,
and the entry was useless,
so instead of finishing writing in my journal,
i got up and made some more espresso
before taking a mid-afternoon nap
i made a resolution to re-learn how to play the guitar
this year,
because i had learned when i was 13 and wanted to be in a rock band
and tour the world,
particularly japan,
and also as a way to get out of serving in the iraq war,
as if the example of elvis presley didn’t mean anything,
though there were quite a few things that differentiated elvis and myself;
for one,
i have no musical talent, and very little motivation,
and for two,
there’s no draftnowadays
Fred Aiken Writing 