Fred Aiken Writing

April 22, 2024

cupping days

loud slurping noises coming from a brightly illuminated room,
where cups of black elixir sit on a rotating table,
waiting to be sampled, waiting to be judged by coffee professionals 
that have tasted them countless times before,
but here the moment is again!
to cup; to score; to grow, once more

April 21, 2024

new to the whole seeing thing

i got new glasses,
but they hurt my head,
so i’m thinking i might try to go a while without seeing all too clearly,
but i haven’t come to any sort of conclusions yet

April 20, 2024

roller//coast//land

feverish, sweaty palms in control of the rollercoaster,
spinning wildly, spinning randomly,
whirling, sickening, vomit stains the sidewalk from the last kid
that got thrown from the ride,
still dizzy all this time later, still thinking they’re in control