Fred Aiken Writing

July 25, 2023

WHAT A SHAME

i would hate to give off the impression that i know what i’m doing,
lest it be expected of me to perform at a high level,
which i think we both know i could not do,
you know,
even if i tried, but it’s good that we can agree that i don’t have to,
since that would be rather embarrassing,
and i think pascal said it best,that the only shame is to have none

July 24, 2023

GLOW IN THE DARK

powerful moments blithely remembered at the tip
of the tongue,
yet still forgotten,
still lost in an endless sea(foam green) of memory
washing out, and drowned for the purpose,
the necessity,
of the new,
make it bigger,
make it shinier,
make it glow in the dark,
and maybe give it some bedazzlers to give it some pizzazz

July 23, 2023

INSTANT MESSAGES

instant messages in fleeting bottles made of digital glass,
zip files opened, found what you were looking for,
but then forgotten,
as the brushstrokes grow cold, dried on uneven canvas
spread up and down an inconsistent hill,
and then told
it’s would have been better to laugh than hold
onto this silly notion that there was still something to
read in the texts you sent me last night,
drunk,
and lonely,
and frightened