Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

the panda express experience

i ate a panda express once,
but it didn’t agree with me,
so i never went back again,
though i don’t really have something clever to say about it,
rather, that’s just the end of the thought i had
about panda express—for now

no school forever…

i should be asleep right now,
i don’t have school in the morning,
because i graduated over 10 years ago from college,
but i have work,
and while that work does not require me to be completely alert,
i will feel like shit for the rest of the day,
and it would put me in a self-hating cycle of being too tired
in the morning, then too awake later in the evening,
i won’t be able to break the cycle,
because it’s been how i’ve lived my life for the past twenty-plus years,
and i don’t see anything changing anytime soon

blue and fluid

immersed into a fluid world,
a tough world,
painted any ole color,
so long as it’s on a discount
at the local paint store,
which i heard is going out of business,
so make sure to paint ‘em if ya got ‘em,
though try not to get any acrylic
on my shoe strings, baby blue