the moment it all comes undone,
then it will all make sense,
but more than likely there won’t be
anyone to reason it out,
so let it burn
I don’t mean to be creepy, it’s just that everything I do comes out that way,
but I’m working on it, for the most part, kinda, I mean, not really,
it just seems like too much effort, and then before you know it,
it’s time to take some melatonin to go to sleep
and I haven’t made a dent in my efforts to become less creepy,
but maybe my life is like that Radiohead song and I’m just waiting for someone to call me special
moments disappearing off the face of this earth
with unknown destinations fixed in and coded
to a previous agreed upon ending that suddenly, rudely, goes awry,
but maybe there’s next time,
just make sure to not to use the emergency brakes
Fred Aiken Writing