Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

powerful moments blithely remembered at the tip
of the tongue,
yet still forgotten,
still lost in an endless sea(foam green) of memory
washing out, and drowned for the purpose,
the necessity,
of the new,
make it bigger,
make it shinier,
make it glow in the dark,
and maybe give it some bedazzlers to give it some pizzazz

July 23, 2023

INSTANT MESSAGES

instant messages in fleeting bottles made of digital glass,
zip files opened, found what you were looking for,
but then forgotten,
as the brushstrokes grow cold, dried on uneven canvas
spread up and down an inconsistent hill,
and then told
it’s would have been better to laugh than hold
onto this silly notion that there was still something to
read in the texts you sent me last night,
drunk,
and lonely,
and frightened

July 22, 2023

KEYSTROKES THAT SOUND LOUD

there’s not a lot that i want to do in a day,
but i do, you know, want to do something with you,
but not like that,
or that,
i don’t think we’re thinking about the same thing,
maybe we should just sleep on it and circle back
to this tomorrow,
perhaps it will be better then