Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: galaxy

SELF-LOVE; SELF-PROCLAMATION

i don’t have the right sort of nerve,
damage,
to kiss myself, but i thought i could
still revel in a captured galaxy
buzzing around in an unclean mason jar,
shook around like a snow globe
glistening in a twilight abyss

GALA-LAZY

posters mismatched
and poorly glued to a galaxy 
too lazy to take anything that was grandfathered in
down,
and toys not picked up for thousands of years
and sometimes called human