came on a bus
to see the light show;
cauterized, a single cell organism
blissfully mimicking the motions
of life and vanity to explore
a righteous path towards
a great lunch on the patio
eating soup out of a miniature trash can
doesn’t necessarily mean i’m trash,
but i can see how you might get that impression,
though hopefully one day i’ll have good taste
enough to buy fancy china
made in pakistan
and painted in japan
gentrified thickets of asphalt
defining moments of anarchy spent yelling
inappropriate prayers under my breath
as traffic stalls
and me with it
Fred Aiken Writing 