Fred Aiken Writing

SNOBBISH COFFEE

wine yeast,
anaerobic fermentation,
carbonic maceration,
words that look fancy on a label
but mean very little,
or at least i think they mean very little,
then again,
i didn’t do all that well in chemistry,
or biology,
or school, period,
period

COMPANY TIME

look over my shoulder,
i see my boss and they ask,
is that poetry,

are you writing poetry,
to which i had to admit,
yes, yes it is,

and they tell me,
well, stop doing it,
not altogether, but at least not on company time,

though maybe altogether too,
i don’t think they are fans of poems

THAT ONE DANCE PARTY; PITHY

a movement of hips and eyes,
sharing validation amidst the misty
fluorescence of sun-tears dropping
down in liquid form,
as soft-spoken wishes that never
seem to be answered,
but only because they never seem to be heard