Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

Decorative Day Dream Surfing

decorative surfing on

linoleum waves crushing fantasy

day dreams spent on the beach

in the mind’s eye and 

out of reach

Just Because They’re Laughing Doesn’t Mean They’re Not Also Crying

fake, worrisome laughsacross the face, bulbous eyes, bespeckled and hard-of-sight,hard-of-being,heart of man-woman-and-childplaced on the chopping block and made into a fine soup that’s slightly underseasoned

Keep that Pointed Away from My Head

chemical pistol

pointed at the kaleidoscopic sky,

such are the famous last words

of the storming artist engaged 

with some sort of self-destructive habit