Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

the death of sound

i keep hearing the radio play in the background,
even though i don’t own a radio,
and i was told, but it’s yet to be confirmed,
that the radio is dead at the hands of some dashing
leading actor/actress combo that looks visually stunning,
but i also heard that was only because of cgi

things i eat//and regret

whatever i ate last night,
i do not think it agrees with me,
though that’s not to say that i think it will debate me
on the epistemology of historical truth,
but whatever it is, it hurts
nonetheless

travel across the threshold

i don’t like flying,
or traveling,
or doing anything that inconveniences me,
or gets me out of my comfort zone,
but i might go there
if they have good coffee,
just so long as it’s not decaf