immersed into a fluid world,
a tough world,
painted any ole color,
so long as it’s on a discount
at the local paint store,
which i heard is going out of business,
so make sure to paint ‘em if ya got ‘em,
though try not to get any acrylic
on my shoe strings, baby blue
jane’s addiction plays in the background
from another room, i’m not sure where,
like a low rumble,
there’s graffiti on the concrete walls,
because the kids used to draw on the walls of their parents’ houses
with crayon and were told that they shouldn’t,
but the kids didn’t want to listen,
so they grew up to do it with aerosolized acrylics
while smoking weed and not caring about anything,
because that’s the fashion that keeps on trending,
and i’m not quite sure if i should accept where i’m at or try to get a job down the street at the local taco bell
Fred Aiken Writing 