Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

HOPE//FORGET

i hope to one day forget,
but what i hope to forget,
well,
that i’m just not sure of yet,
but when i figure it out,
and i’m certain that day will come,
then i’ll be free of the burden of memory,
i sure hope it’s enlightening

FOOT IN CREVICE

once i get my footing,
then maybe this won’t sound so awkward,
though maybe that’s just wishful thinking,
and my uncertainty will always be the most
certain quality about myself

SNOBBISH COFFEE

wine yeast,
anaerobic fermentation,
carbonic maceration,
words that look fancy on a label
but mean very little,
or at least i think they mean very little,
then again,
i didn’t do all that well in chemistry,
or biology,
or school, period,
period