Fred Aiken Writing

find another cup

rancid milk stains that won’t come out of my apron
no matter how much i wash them,
dried and crusty syrup splotches in my hair and down my arms,
and the whir of keyboards typing as college kids
type away their next great american tweet on their laptops
using the free wifi and refills,
though i’m not sure if anyone paid the electric bill

dead internet

this might not mean much,
but this poem is my own contribution
to the internet so that it’s one less piece of content
created and brought to you by a bot,
or however that dead internet theory goes

the top of the turvy

the other day cocoa prices soared,
and now a  ton of cocoa is more expensive than a ton of copper,
but i also watched a video of a panda throwing a temper tantrum,
so i guess in the end, the world isn’t all that topsy-turvy 
after all