Fred Aiken Writing

playing fetch with a man from texas

i met a man from texas 
that didn’t know how to bbq,
which i told him was fine
because i wanted tofu anyway,
so he handed me a used bergamot tea bag
and told me to go fetch

collapse//collapse//collapse

when i got out of college,
the major news story was the collapse of the housing market,
and now, 10 years later,
the major news story seems to also be the collapse of the housing market,
which makes me think i might have flunk out of college

fashionista’s clothes dropped on the floor

jane’s addiction plays in the background
from another room, i’m not sure where,
like a low rumble,
there’s graffiti on the concrete walls,
because the kids used to draw on the walls of their parents’ houses
with crayon and were told that they shouldn’t,
but the kids didn’t want to listen,
so they grew up to do it with aerosolized acrylics
while smoking weed and not caring about anything,
because that’s the fashion that keeps on trending,
and i’m not quite sure if i should accept where i’m at or try to get a job down the street at the local taco bell