Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

bitter coin

i track the price of bitcoin,
and peg it to the level of happiness i experience,
so every time the price of a bitcoin goes up,
i feel down,
and vice versa,
so don’t think i’m always a bummer at parties,
especially ones where i’m around other
thirtysomethings that like discussing financial markets’
influence on emotional states of being

vocalize silent notes

throughout my childhood, 
my mom detested music with vocals in it,
and she only let us listen to classical music,
because otherwise she thought modern pop singers would corrupt our soul,
so when i came of age,
as a point of rebellion,
i started listening to death metal,
but that phase did not last long,
as i tired of all the screaming,
so i went back to classical music,
and occasionally i’ll listen to jazz and lofi beats
in the background while i’m reading

matcha//soul

i drank a gallon of matcha tea
to see if it would cleanse
my soul,

but instead, it kinda gave me indigestion,
as the matcha powder clogged my arteries

and made standing kinda difficult,
so now i run everywhere i go