Fred Aiken Writing

you left me for my best friend,

but the joke was on you,

cause my best friend was imaginary and followed be everywhere,

so it looked as if you were following my shadow,

yet still so distant,

calling out for me to slow down, wait, enjoy what was left of our relationship,

I guess if you could call it that,

I guess it gave me comfort,

knowing that someone cared for you,

even if they didn’t exist,

and I’m just a figment of our first kiss

laughter is the medicine to everything that ails,

they say it is a precious asset that few hold onto

despite bringing vast intrinsic wealth to all that mine for it,

despite never being fully in stock,

I know I can never spend it quick enough,

though still I’m told to keep it close,

it’s valuable,

stock ticker HAHA,

before a gamma squeeze for the ages

birthed and fed

from a statue comes the great light blinking

a knowledge yet to be comprehended

though still compromised by

years and years of lightening passing through the grooves

of flesh stars flexing past the pasteurized fields

of blanketed blankety blankness

fresh picked from unknown sources

coded into the DNA

washing all away