Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: adolescence

secret drones made out of cardboard
fly through ochre clouds exploding in a metallic sky

while catching the eye of artificial puzzle people, playing
guitar with a not-all-too-original idea

the fumbling strum of adolescent, technological innovation
changing minds into time-traveling farces

but at least it’s not generic;
though one might say it’s slightly genetic

awkward laughter fills the acne-scarred air,
jokes told with insouciance,
the mood shifts, hearts aflutter,
the moment strained

eyes dart around, trying to read,
a discomfort of awkward deed,
a hush descends,
the silence clear,
and what’s left is laughter escaping once again