Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

Cut Outs Meant to be Launched into Space, But Still Sharp

nausea turns to boredom
breaking aluminum cans as clouds become
sharp serrated points across the dusk
and every synapse becomes expendable, depending on who you ask

Potassium Haze at the Brink of Deterioration and Made into a Sandwich

balance acts made of synthetic proteins
mushed together into a cacophony of
different preservatives holding it all together
and yet falling apart quicker than
ham on rye with a side of potassium 44

Sad Santa

sad santa claus clouds
draining down unclean gutters precariously
hanging from abandoned rooftops
meant to have a good go