Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

Sui Generis is Sweet Generosity (But Not Really)

lambs on the run were not meant

to feast on the troubles of living

without sui generis,

but oh, how generous misery tends to look

with the right lens

What My Understanding of Cryptocurrencies Looks Like

break dimes over heads

made from nickel

that is mimicking tungsten 

that is mimicking gold

that runs and rules

world economies with brevity;

as creatures of millennial elements decompose

and make way for grander things

grander schemes

Running Through the Motions of Endless Perspectives

harming oneself

looks quite different

when done from the perspective

of an introspective disembodiment

hiding from the in-laws

coming to arrest

restless crowds of endless tales

being chased through the townhome