Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: existence

i keep writing lines
to one poem after another,
and they sound
okay
in my head, at first,

but then when i read them out loud,
and i’m presented with their existence,
which could be for two minutes,
or two million years (though unlikely),

i rapidly delete them
and then pretend i never knew they existed,
and in a way they don’t

slow diving into a pool of

amoebas trying to squirm out of existence,

and practicing duality in the mirror,

despite looking like a singularity missing the

bus; shooting out towards infinity

and beyond, or so the toy says