Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

a poem about my dislike for christopher nolan

if you watch any christopher nolan movie really closely,
take inception for example,
then you’ll realize
that it’s the dumbest thing in the world,
which isn’t so much of an opinion
as it is a fact i read off of a wheaties box

the danger the puffs up its chest

a gentle push into the night
that never darkens, while perfumed silhouettes
dance along the edge of a cliff made to look more dangerous than it is,
but really, someone will catch them if they fall,
or not, i didn’t stick around to see the ending

what music does to the brain (especially if on drugs, but not really)

some wicked song will be sung on an unimportant eve,
before the clashing of thimbles come crashing down,
banging from wall to wall,
while eye sockets bulge out of their cages,
and the wicked song gets synthesized and sampled over and over
until it is unrecognizable,
until it is popping through the roof and into the stratosphere
where no one can touch its sound,
because the sound is not real; it crashes down without a sound,
and disappears without a trace, as the saying goes