Fred Aiken Writing

March 2, 2024

self-pep-talk

my knees hurt more days than i’d like to admit,
and one day i think i’ll have to sit down and say, 
self, what have you done to yourself,
but i don’t think i will have any answers
that time won’t already have the solution to at the end of the day

March 1, 2024

the owl and cat

the owl shaves its head
so that it can join the bald cat,
as they laugh walking wing-in-paw down the alley,
wondering why the sky is so clear tonight

February 29, 2024

the influence scheme

i hope to one day influence friends
and then put on my resume that i’m an influencer,
but i’m still not sure what that will mean or how that’s a title,
though that’s probably why, as thirtysomething, i sunbathe in the nude on my back porch,
drinking cheap whiskey,
while the younger and older generation goes out and influences people they don’t know
about things they don’t care about
for a dime that barely holds up to the chip in their tooth