a voice carries in the echo of darkness,
shrouding the atoms looking to be seen,
while hush murmurs play a chorus in a head
wrapped in syncopated rhythm as a thud
rolls upward, building into a fast accent
enrapturing an unknown audience
waiting in the corner, dark,
dark corner where even the stage lights
don’t reach, yet something’s heard,
and we’re off!
there’s a burn scar on my hand
that’s supposed to signify something
perhaps something that happened long ago
and i’m just not in the right headspace to talk about it right now
so maybe it’s best if we just drop the subject right now
and yes
i understand that i was the one that brought it up to begin with
but also
sometimes i can’t help but solicit attention for the scars
from childhood that seem to never go away
your amazon order has been placed
but there’s no wait
it will be there in one quick
pace pace pace
yourself while the gettin’s good
while the time flies
and flies and flies up all over the wall
there not much to running up a tab
not quite paid off
but still climbing
to the moon! they say or something quite similar
by way of making spending money seem exciting
exchanging little coins
for little trinkets
then going back into hiding
well look at that
what do you know
your amazon package has arrived
Fred Aiken Writing 