Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

December 26, 2023

the 13th floor

the city doesn’t look like much
while falling from a 13 story building
in hopes that the fall will be as lucky 
as it sounds,
or maybe that’s unlucky, i always get my numbers 
mixed up

December 25, 2023

collage of sin

if i were a priest,
then i would probably take all the confessions
made to me
and create a collage, which i would call the collage of sin,
that no one knew where it began, 
nor where it ended,
but of course, i am not a priest

December 24, 2023

a night on the lake

making out in the middle of a lake
without any flotation device,
as we drown in glow of a thousand
stars staring down and wondering
what two pieces of gas and air in a meat sack
are flailing all about for