Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: danger

an incendiary device ominously waiting

an incendiary device goes off
in the back,
no, but don’t look over there,
it’s rude,
keep staring ahead,
perhaps another cartoon will come on,
or one of those insurance commercials that are so distracting,

the incendiary devices doesn’t
make everything turn to black tar,
but rather is an explosion of f l o w e r p e t a l s
that look dangerous,
but really, it’s all bark,
no paper,
since the incendiary device takes with it
everything written down,
until the words look like glue melting in the sun

the danger the puffs up its chest

a gentle push into the night
that never darkens, while perfumed silhouettes
dance along the edge of a cliff made to look more dangerous than it is,
but really, someone will catch them if they fall,
or not, i didn’t stick around to see the ending

TYPING DANGEROUSLY

keyboard strokes made to look hazardous,

when really the words rarely come out spelled correctly,

or meaning what i intend,

but maybe that’s the point, and i don’t want to be understood,

though that’s probably the chamomile talking,

it makes me kinda rebellious