Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

the band plays instruments in monotonous tones

through iron bars born from ire

melted in the sand for quite some time

until the band comes out to play another set

encore

let the music continue forevermore

I get the feeling that my youth is wasted on reddit,

or playing solitaire or chess or anything other than what I should be doing,

but then again, it seems like youth is destined to be wasted and wished for,

but why the fuck should I care….

I ain’t got nowhere to be

extrapolate on the word ‘stable’

while dancing on a tight rope over the Grand Canyon

and wondering what’s so grand about it….