Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: youth

art supplies

i kept all my art supplies
from college,
back when i had a lot more energy
from energy drinks and cigarettes,
to fuel 2am sessions of drawing and painting
for hours at a time
because some sort of inspiration came on,
and it never seemed to matter
that i did not have any artistic talent,
that my figures and scenes were hackneyed or distorted,
or that my color scheme was haphazard,
none of it mattered,
because it was college
and i liked drawing,
but now i no longer do it
because it never feels like i have time
and i definitely don’t have talent,
so all my art supplies sit in the corner of my home office
and mock me from their vantage point

IT DOESN’T HURT TO ASK

bored at work,
and writing poems on a loose piece of legal paper
while listening to dinosaur jr.
and wondering if they’d ever let me join their band,
or maybe i’m too young,
have too short of hair,
and too little talent,
all of which might be true,
but it still hurts to hear

What it Sometimes Feels Like Thinking Back on Things I Want to Forget

verifiable verses in vertigo

punctuating the melodies made poignant

through a journey, alone in abandoned suburban mountains

used for storage

that still doesn’t seem to have enough room for all

that crap we bought at garage sales

when we were in our twenties

and still couldn’t afford crap from ikea