Fred Aiken Writing

i want to influence the world by

selling dreams that never come true,

or let loose the detumescence lingering in the background,

ready, willing, and able to tag in and make the world

all the more abstinent with regret of not asking

out our 4th grade crush

while realizing that would be our life,

a series of failed romances written in the back of text books,

mixed in with forgotten pieces of gum shoved there

to gross and amaze the next students of life, liberty, or frickin’ happiness,

am’i’right…

just please don’t tell my mom i skipped class