Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

March 22, 2022

Follow Me

if you follow me on twitter I’ll show you how to make all the bitter-corns you’ll ever need,

and if you follow me on instagram, you’ll see all the success I’ve built around me with images of gorgeous sunsets and bikini clad women I have to pay to be around me for more than ten minutes,

and if you follow me on youtube, you can watch tutorials on how to fix the plumbing on your gold-plated toilet,

and if you follow me on reddit, we can go down the rabbit hole of some of the weirdest conspiracy theories known to man,

though probably don’t follow me on onlyfans, because I’m not great at making it sexy, but you’ll still see me give it the college try,

maybe follow me on tinder, I mean, it’s at least worth one or two swipes, I’d like to think,

or follow me on facebook, I think that is still a thing,

but if you’re desparate, and you don’t see my online presence,

then follow me in real life, just stay back and don’t approach me,

I’m not sure if I want the attention

March 10, 2022

Bones and Gum

bones bound together by xanthan gum

then blended on high to tighten the noose hanging

loosely over the top of a s coat rack made of sprained ankles and broken bones

of skateboarders riding haphazardly through cyberpunk dumps

of old cities meant to be cleaned in a cleansing that was never well funded

and call peacekeeping at best

for no other reason than to keep remnant bones made of xanthan gum from deteriorating

March 6, 2022

Butter My Biscuits

everything great that I could ever say or do

has already been said

and done

and thought

and felt

and died

the way two pieces of toast collide to

(create a moment of silence)

made possible by a shit ton of butter gone rancid

but not too bad if you don’t think about it