Fred Aiken Writing

reading while driving

sounds a lot more dangerous than it is,

especially when treated like a bad game of

Grand Theft Auto meets Dostoevsky meets Catch Me If You Can,

trekking out in the express way

in the HOV lane because

books are people too,

lest some simple-minded cop say differently, with some lawyer and judge that agrees

it might not be a good idea to drive while reading,

yet, I shall defend, with my last breath, your right to say differently,

please differently,

pick another channel

lower the volume

less rez

more rez

what the hell is rez?

out back around the house sitting by the fire

to let the world burn

to see a small concentrated chiminea made of clay

no, nevermind, I’m still in bed watching Bones while piles of books stack up around me