Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: friendship

not a great one

a friend of mine is dying,
i don’t think he’s going to make it,
neither does he,
nor do the doctors,
this isn’t much of a poem,
but i suppose i’m not much in the mood
to write one at the moment

my shadow and me

i’m afraid of my own shadow,
but only on thursday,
the rest of the week
we’re the best of friends

Protonation Making Junkies Look Like They Have a Vitamin D Deficiency

broken necks contemplating

meanings made out of faberge

as drunk people pass out in the attic

of my head, while using language

that looks abstract as protonation

liquefies memories of people 

i once thought were friends