whatever i ate, i don’t think it agrees with me,
but not on a philosophical level,
because that wouldn’t make much sense,
unless you subscribe to the theory
that my food is sentient,
to which i very much think it would not appreciate being eaten,
and thus would of course not agree with me
i kinda wonder if contributing to my 401(k)
makes me a moral man,
or perhaps it’s all this scrounging and saving
and working to one day not have to work
that makes me truly deplorable,
like an ostrich pecking at a scar that won’t heal
i went downtown and stood at the corner of an intersection,
but rather than preaching and yelling,
i watched as the drivers went by,
trying to imagine their lives, their hopes and desires,
right as a truck flew by and caused a 10
car pile up right before my eyes, as they say
Fred Aiken Writing 