Cut Outs Meant to be Launched into Space, But Still Sharp
nausea turns to boredom
breaking aluminum cans as clouds become
sharp serrated points across the dusk
and every synapse becomes expendable, depending on who you ask
Fred Aiken Writing
Tag: space
February 28, 2023
August 21, 2022
Poetry on Mars
i don’t know if there’s any poetry on mars,
but i have a feeling it’s not very well thought on,
no structure
no feeling
nothing and no one to claim it has meaning,
so while i don’t know if there’s poetry on mars,
if there is
i’m pretty sure it sucks
February 4, 2022
The Stars Grow Wild With Quarks
who can blame the stars for wanting to diminish
as they grow old
possibly frail, definitely lonely,
on the outskirts of existence hitting boneless pavements made
from quarks dipped in infinite blackness,
gathered together,
and released
Fred Aiken Writing 