Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

after watching 10 documentaries about cults
in the span of 48 hours,
i’ve come to realize that the modern blueprint to any cult
is to quote any wachowski sister’s movie ad nauseam
and recruit mostly attractive people to make your religion
seem more like a fun weekend party
more so than a brainwashing, life-sucking cult,

and also, i think i realize
that i might already be in a cult,
so there’s that…

December 9, 2023

outta hand sentient robots

my wife is with me because
on the night that i told her i loved her,
i also said that i wouldn’t let the robots eat her or me,
because i knew the key combination of words
that would shut them down,
you know, just in case they got out of hand

December 8, 2023

keep it moving

head headed straight for the concrete,
with excessive force added,
but not accounted for,
as a mixture of regret and shame and longing
pass over into oblivion,
then silence