Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

if you’re reading some sort of meaning in this,
then that’s not my fault,
it’s yours, so maybe stop putting whatever it is you’re going through
onto the dumb little things i write
with no meaning meant,
including offense

January 3, 2024

light switch

the lights keep blinking on and off,
as if that were to mean something,
but it doesn’t, because the darkness holds
no wisdom except for what’s stored
in the grand nothingness

January 2, 2024

the feel of the thing

i painted my fingers,
but not my nails,
because i wanted to see what it would
feel like with acrylic gloves
imprinting everything i touched