i don’t have the right sort of nerve,
damage,
to kiss myself, but i thought i could
still revel in a captured galaxy
buzzing around in an unclean mason jar,
shook around like a snow globe
glistening in a twilight abyss
I hope to one day become the most premier unread writer/poet. Seems like an achievable goal. All I need to keep doing is not be read by anyone…or at least not by many people.
It’s quite a simple process, too. All I do it write continuously, post it online, and no one reads it. I don’t have to do anything to the writing either. No social media promotion (not that I have any social media). No random list. No promises of making people rich, or beautiful, or whatever else people envy after.
It might seem like a dumb idea, but I was always told to set myself apart to get noticed. Though if I do ever get noticed and people start paying attention to me, then ultimately I’ve failed and I was never really good at achieving my goals.
Though being a poet, being unread and unheard of is par for the course.
Fred Aiken Writing 