Fred Aiken Writing

Make the Right Decision

I set a goal each week to read three books,

but am lucky if I make it through half a book

in seven, probably closer to ten, days,

it’s like finishing my vegetables every meal,

or even having the option for vegetables,

I know I need to for my health and well-being in the long run,

but I don’t want to jog,

so I eat processed, sugary crap that has the same effect on my metabolic system,

as I crash and burn, crash and turn,

to spot the next unhealthy decision to be made,

and promptly ignore what’s best,

while patting myself for quiting smoking ten years ago,

despite it more than likely biting me in end

far off, but all too soon,

that neverending shoe will drop…

cancer in the lungs, they’ll say,

because I never learned to read more than. a. page. a. day

Last Night in Shifts

paradigm shifts exploring praxis heritages

while high on molly and scooping random flotsam sitting

on the floor of a rave downtown,

spent fishing good parking

while crossing into uncharted identities

offering amazing mental headspaces to explore

what lying before and after

the afterbirth gets dragged out

for all the prying eyes to look upon

and wonder

why my testicles are so uneven,

or maybe that is just. a. private. thought.

I forgot to share with my therapist last week,

but no worries,

it all seems to come back into place

on a new moon turned purple at the sight

of a red market in October

When Textualization Meets Context

reading while driving

sounds a lot more dangerous than it is,

especially when treated like a bad game of

Grand Theft Auto meets Dostoevsky meets Catch Me If You Can,

trekking out in the express way

in the HOV lane because

books are people too,

lest some simple-minded cop say differently, with some lawyer and judge that agrees

it might not be a good idea to drive while reading,

yet, I shall defend, with my last breath, your right to say differently,

please differently,

pick another channel

lower the volume

less rez

more rez

what the hell is rez?

out back around the house sitting by the fire

to let the world burn

to see a small concentrated chiminea made of clay

no, nevermind, I’m still in bed watching Bones while piles of books stack up around me