Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

i opened up the find me app,
but i ended up getting lost
while looking for things that weren’t really there,
or at least that’s what my wife told me
when she and the rescue team found me
on the side of a mountain,
looking for a way up

April 10, 2024

find another cup

rancid milk stains that won’t come out of my apron
no matter how much i wash them,
dried and crusty syrup splotches in my hair and down my arms,
and the whir of keyboards typing as college kids
type away their next great american tweet on their laptops
using the free wifi and refills,
though i’m not sure if anyone paid the electric bill

April 9, 2024

dead internet

this might not mean much,
but this poem is my own contribution
to the internet so that it’s one less piece of content
created and brought to you by a bot,
or however that dead internet theory goes