Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

the older i get…

when i gained a lot of weight in my twenties
i started seeing a whole bunch of internet ads
for various diets and pills and other such methods to tap into becoming my one true self, or some such self-help-guru nonsense,
i’m not entirely sure what all they said,
since, despite being overweight, a tad bit unhealthy, i don’t pay super close attention to ads,
i’m not their target audience, whoever they are, and in the grand game of who it is that’s choosing which ads to show me, i don’t think i’m smart enough to figure out that mystery, or maybe not motivated enough? possibly,
but i did join a gym
when i hit my thirties
since/i/assumed/that’s/what/you/do/when/you/get/older/and/start/having/extra/disposable/income/and/time/that/i/can/spend/how/i/like/to/but/why/i/chose/to/spend/that/time/at/the/gym/is/anyone’s/guess/and/i/don’t/think/in/my/34/years/that/anyone/has/called/me/anyone/yet

old tea

a conversation by the fireplace
while drinking chamomile tea
bought 4 years prior for just such an occasion,
then pushed back, further back,
into the pantry until it was forgotten,
dust settled haphazardly on each tea bag,
but it washed out all the same,
tasted all the same,
maybe a little malty, but what is a little staleness
among friends sharing tea

the backseat

cerebral backseat thoughts
trying to drive me off the road,
possibly to discover new terrain,
though also possibly to just see me crash and burn,
left maimed in the middle of nowhere
with strange fauna nipping at my exposed ankles
so i can’t walk down the hill
and find help in the open meadow