Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: real estate

real estate lotto

each year my real estate agent
gifts me a lottery ticket for xmas,
one of those $2 scratchers that
you can win (maybe) $20k....or a couple of bucks,
more than likely just a couple of bucks,
and i figured she sends me this just in case i win
the $20k and want to use that sweet, sweet lotto winnings
as a down payment on a rental property,
so that i can have tenants that don't like me,
and something akin to passive income,
but i don't what that sort of stress,

though i'm not sure i'm ready
to tell my real estate agent that yet

Igloo Suburban Cul-de-Sac

poor, graffiti-riddled neighborhood of igloos stuck in prime real estate
that hasn’t been made yet
but we’re just getting warmed up

Friendship Editor

I’ve edited friends on the veranda

as I grow older in the past reeling back to

strains stranded on back porches of dilapidated houses experiencing

gentrification for the first, not the last

time, winding up to the pitch, leaning in for the hit,

collapsing to the impact of ball in hand,

waiting for skin to bruise and remove all pain

as blue makes way for purple makes way for red

makes waves in soundless echoes popping

over the fence to hide out from all,

not every,

criticism drawn in sand castles built to mimic prime real estate

in a great school district where the kids are definitely

not taking drugs to experience grammatical ecstasy from their lives

comma flight