someone called the cops on me the other night,
so i got my cardio in the day,
but i still don’t know what i did wrong,
though that might be because i was incredibly drunk
off of moonshine that my cousin got me for xmas
a brazilian sailor sold me some coffee seeds
and told me to go plant them under the avocado tree
over the hill and past the trench
where nothing else grows
safe my avocado tree fertilized with coffee beans
it’s funny to run down the hill with the wind
to your back and genocide to your side,
legs break the trenches and bodies attempt to reach
a finish line that keeps getting pushed back;
someone once said we’re due for another great war
because those things don’t ever really get smaller,
not really, not when there’s nothing at stake
but blood, guts, and viscera
Fred Aiken Writing 