JUNE 2009 K POEMS

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Well, I have been awake for awhile, now, and I have just wasted my time writing. I mean I should have been out there being a lawyer, or a cop, or a doctor; something of value, you know, that would produce income; money, benjamins. What a waste of a human life: "poetry." It doesn't pay the bills. It doesn't cure headaches. It doesn't charge someone too much to defend them on DUI, or lock anybody up.
June 2, 2009





"Your posts make me smile. They make me laugh out loud. This is good." --Anna Curtis, England

"If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it, or else you're going to be locked up."
--Hunter S. Thompson

I'm a stockholder of nothing

Are you still infatuated?
Are you still obsessed?
Because I'm headed for the laundromat;
I've got to get myself dressed,

I've been such a mess,
since you overthrew my government;
you could have given me anything
that I wanted, but you only gave me
things that I could have bought for myself.


Out of broccoli

If you have his heart, will that be enough,
or will there still be refrigerators to fill?


Day to day

Today, I want to be in a rock n roll band.
I want to fly to far away places.
I want to live forever,
see my great, great, great, great grandchildren be born.

Yesterday, I wanted to die,
because my arthritis pain was so great.


My legs feel much better, this morning. As I walked to Yoga class, yesterday evening, I was in so much pain that I did not think that I would be able to take the class, but I did, and the results were amazing. My instructor, Kathleen Pringle, is amazing, also, she guided me through asanas that I would not have been able to obtain due to the pain, by telling me to use blankets in various places, and hold on to ropes in others. At the end of the class, my legs and my thigh were not perfectly healed, but they were much improved. I am going to go to the studio today and practice on my own the things that she showed me, yesterday. It is much like starting over, again, in Yoga, right now, though I have been involved with this Iyengar Yoga for over a year and a half; many of the asanas that I had "conquered" are now, once again, not fully reachable to me, but the idea always has been, or should have been, not to "conquer" them, but to them to the best of my own ability. Yoga is not a horse race, it is not a 100 yard dash; it is a one day at a time kind of thing, and I am a one day at a time kind of guy. I have to send out a shout out, also, to Kquvien, another one of my school's instructor's. I had been staying away from Yoga class because of the pain that I was feeling, thinking that rest was the best thing for my arthritis, but something that Kquvien wrote, in one of her blogs, made me realize that I needed to drag my in pain knee, and thigh, my arthritis-riddled body back to class, and I am glad that I have done so. Thanks Kquvien, and thanks Kathleen. You guys are saving me much, much pain! Check out Kquvien's blog at http://kquvien.blogspot.com/ and Kathleen's website at http://www.stillyoga.com/home.html

Am I a circle or a square?

I can't quite peg what you are to me.
I usually figure this stuff out right away.

Perhaps, we are indefinable.
Perhaps we are undeniable.

The Seclusionist

I wanna see your sexy smile,
but you wont even take your picture for me.


Grim Realism

You looked pretty today;
I could almost have loved you,
but love is more than getting an eye full
of something that can't make your heart happy.


Bad move trying to love this one

You're a hooker/you rang the fire alarm
and told them that I had started a fire
in your heart/I only lit a candle
and was ready to blow it out/when you exploded
I didn't know what to do, so I said that I loved you
hoping that that would calm you down, but it didn't
now I'm in jail because your old lover
tried to kill you, and you blamed me.

Love is my fucking job, and I just got fired.


A woman with woe in her eyes

You're too slow/I got to let you go.
You're too smart/maybe I can't keep up with you.
You're too good looking/you might break my heart.
You don't smile enough/you might depress me.
You're convinced that making love is like committing suicide,
and I've been listening to you for so long, now,
that I don't know if I want to come inside a woman
who is waiting for nothing.


Did I just repeat myself?

I'm too fucking awake to sleep, though I want relief from this arthritis pain in my legs. I realize, suddenly, that since it has gotten hot, here in Atlanta, that I have started using profanity more often, and loudly, though I guess that it doesn't really matter, because, for the most part, there is no one here but myself, and the dogs, cats, and turtles that love me. Summer heat has a shitty effect on my navigation system: it makes me profane, and all kinds of other lousy stuff.

While I'm thinking about things to bitch about, I mostly hate that my dog Bundy camps underneath my desk; it makes it hard for me to stretch my legs out, but the dog is stubborn, convinced that that is his spot to hang out at, when he is not at the front door barking at other dogs, people walking those dogs, the mailman or woman, and the few people who come to visit me.

Attitude is really important, and I'm not sure how mine is today. This is one of the benefits of being a man who lives alone: if your attitude sucks, you are the only one who has to bear it; you cant sic it on others. Maybe I forgot to take my stay in a good mood pills, last night, or this morning, or last night, and this morning. I don't think so, though. It is just a hot fucking day, and I don't do well in hot fucking days.

Did I say that already?

MONDAY, JUNE 01, 2009
Grim Realism

You looked pretty today;
I could almost have loved you,
but love is more than getting an eye full
of something that can't make your heart happy.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 10:51 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Bad move trying to love this one

You're a hooker/you rang the fire alarm
and told them that I had started a fire
in your heart/I only lit a candle
and was ready to blow it out/when you exploded
I didn't know what to do, so I said that I loved you
hoping that that would calm you down, but it didn't
now I'm in jail because your old lover
tried to kill you, and you blamed me.

Love is my fucking job, and I just got fired.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 10:42 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
A woman with woe in her eyes

You're too slow/I got to let you go.
You're too smart/maybe I can't keep up with you.
You're too good looking/you might break my heart.
You don't smile enough/you might depress me.
You're convinced that making love is like committing suicide,
and I've been listening to you for so long, now,
that I don't know if I want to come inside a woman
who is waiting for nothing.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 10:28 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Did I just repeat myself?

I'm too fucking awake to sleep, though I want relief from this arthritis pain in my legs. I realize, suddenly, that since it has gotten hot, here in Atlanta, that I have started using profanity more often, and loudly, though I guess that it doesn't really matter, because, for the most part, there is no one here but myself, and the dogs, cats, and turtles that love me. Summer heat has a shitty effect on my navigation system: it makes me profane, and all kinds of other lousy stuff.

While I'm thinking about things to bitch about, I mostly hate that my dog Bundy camps underneath my desk; it makes it hard for me to stretch my legs out, but the dog is stubborn, convinced that that is his spot to hang out at, when he is not at the front door barking at other dogs, people walking those dogs, the mailman or woman, and the few people who come to visit me.

Attitude is really important, and I'm not sure how mine is today. This is one of the benefits of being a man who lives alone: if your attitude sucks, you are the only one who has to bear it; you cant sic it on others. Maybe I forgot to take my stay in a good mood pills, last night, or this morning, or last night, and this morning. I don't think so, though. It is just a hot fucking day, and I don't do well in hot fucking days.

Did I say that already?
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:41 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Intercourse is the culprit

The fucking old dog, Javi, has been barking at me all day. I think he wants treats, but he is not going to get any more. I just took him out to piss, again, and he didn't have to piss, again. His bark is a near death bark; he doesn't have the strength in him, anymore, to howl like a full strength dog. It is sad; it tears me up to see this dog, who I have been around for 15 years, decline so strongly, seemingly so fast. Javi is deaf now. I have to use hand, and arm signals, and eye contact, to get him in, and out, of the house. I hate the process of growing old, in my dog, and in myself. Both dog, and I, limp around like a couple of cripples, these days. It seems so unfair; what did we do to deserve this? The answer is to be born with the genes that we were born with. Some people inherit hotel chains, I got stuck with a booze problem, dandruff, a mood disorder, psoriasis, and, now, crippling arthritis. Do you ever wish that your parents hadn't fucked?
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:20 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
She took my record collection
left me with an erection
no other girl could satisfy.

Sometimes my eyes get lost in your face,
but then you opens your mouth
and put me back in place.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 3:37 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
I don't know what they think about commercials

My turtles don't care that a plane dropped into the sea
traveling between Brazil and France.
My turtles don't care that G.M. is going bankrupt.
My turtles don't care that some guy got shot
outside of an Army Recruiting Center.
My turtles don't care that the mother of the octuplets
is getting a t.v. show.
My turtles don't care that Susan Boyle had a breakdown.
And I am turning the t.v. off now.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 1:31 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Couldn't you just put a bullet in your own head, pal?

Some guy got killed by a police officer in a southern suburb, and they are saying that it is a, "suicide by cop." The guy was sitting in a car in the woods, and pulled a gun on two officers when they approached the vehicle. He was shot to death; what a weird suicide plan
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 1:28 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Love your enemy

There is beauty in all kinds of people, actually
there is beauty in all people God would tell you.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 12:47 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Bi-polar

She doesn't being yelled at,
and I tell her that she ain't seen nothing yet.
I don't like being insinuated against,
yet she insinuates, and we still meet for lunch,
and mostly smile.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 12:28 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Flutter flutter

I wish that butterflies would fly more frequently
in the vicinity of my eyes.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 12:26 PM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
My fan blows no answers in the wind but it is colder in here, today, than it was yesterday. I guess that means when I can get up off my fat lazy ass, I should turn the air conditioning off, save some money, save some small part of the ozone.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 10:22 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Concession

Do you realize that I take showers
in the morning before you come to visit
for lunch, and that I am not
a morning shower person.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 10:07 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
I'm still yawning

I can't get started, yet, today
a sleepy head is getting in my way.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 6:10 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
This is the end

The Princess woke up one morning
and found that The King was gone.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 6:09 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
The lady can really belt it out

Someone said that some recent poems of mine were gloomy,
and I said those must be the ones that I wrote
while listening to Tori Amos sing.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 6:08 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Finality

It's a brand new day
I might get paid a million dollars
meet a girl she could call me her own
sing a song write a poem dance naked
in front of the refrigerator
while the dogs try to figure out what to do
they are so embarrassed by my behavior
can't take me anywhere
not even to the end of the street to poop.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 6:05 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Sad sad sad

The news is full of death.
Death must sell more adds than life.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:41 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Happiness within the machine

Instead of firing me, or writing me up, on the way to firing me,
my boss had me train with another person at work, yesterday,
trying to get me adept at asking the customer if they have
our golden card.I forget to ask. I don't know why. Maybe early
Alzheimer's is setting in. Maybe I assume that you don't want
to be be asked for the card. Maybe I'm just a dumb ass, but I am
glad that my boss saw enough in me to work with me and not just
kick me to the curb.

I am now a very loyal corporate drone.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:26 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Do you ever have trouble figuring out what matters?

Is buying tequila and a bag of pot more important to you
than buying diapers for your kid?
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:25 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
I just thought that you should know this

I got this anti-inflammatory medicine for my arthritis
that made it feel as if someone was sticking a knife in my gut.
I read on the internet that this little pill could cause ulcers,
and I decided fuck this, I am not going to alleviate one pain
by acquiring another, I am not going to get fucking ulcers,
while trying to eliminate pain in my knee, and hip, so I have stopped
taking the pill.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:17 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
A quick thought on staying cool in the summer

The heat will soon be upon us,
and I do not do well in the heat.
I have a medical condition
that precludes happiness under
the hot sun, during the very humid
Atlanta summers.

Fortunately, I have air conditioning,
in the abode, and I will stick near it,
though I am contributing to putting
a hole in the ozone.

We are all fucked.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:15 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
Blaming someone else for my bagel

I respond to the idea of eating less,
by eating more; at least it seems that way,
because I am programmed for failure.

I was programmed by my father to be a loser,
because he was a bitter old, angry, depressed man,
and misery loves company.

I just ate the most wonderful bagel,
and I really want another one.
My father might say, "Go ahead and have another one,
you'll never amount to anything," but he is dead,
so I don't have to listen to his voice in my head.
POSTED BY MIKEL K POET AT 5:08 AM 0 COMMENTS LINKS TO THIS POST
A thought on being so unique

I'm a typical man; typical.
You're a typical woman; typical.
We're not breaking any new ground.
We're not mining any new veins.
Typical.
Average.
Ordinary.



Suck on a salted, roasted peanut

I want a hamburger, but I don't want to kill a cow to get it, so I'm going to suck on a salted, roasted peanut, and get higher than I ever did on LSD. And I won't drink copious amounts of alcohol with that peanut, either, and wind up somewhere that I'd rather not be, like in your arms, your bed naked once again faking it until we make it; not.

I'm charismatic, cherubic, nearly perfect in my own mind: a great conversationalist, great in the kitchen, great in bed; great, great, great. I'm a straight A kid, hardly do anything wrong, very few blemishes, and then, one day, I find that I need Viagra. I'm crushed, because you are in a rush, and it takes an hour before the pill kicks in, before I can start giving you the kind of love that you need. Baby, do you believe in me? Baby why are you leaving me?

This good be a book. I could sit down every day and turn this into something, but I'm not going to. It is going to stay right here and be what it is: nothing. You just spent some time doing nothing, or reading nothing. Isn't that something?

Back seat driver

You used to make me feel dependable,
and, now, I'm expendable, and that
just won't do.

I used to hold you, now you have this
and that to do, and I just sit around
waiting for you.

Fool,
no more;
I'm walking out that door,
and I'm never coming back.

I don't care if you have a heart attack,
or cancer; I won't answer the phone.

You used to make me feel dependable,
now I'm expendable, kisses that I used to feel
on the floor, are now blown at me from a video camera.

I'm not expendable. I'm not dependable, any more.
I'm walking out the door.

Weakness

I can ignore ice cream, for the most part,
but I succumb, too often, to blended coffee drinks.

Kiss me don't yell at me

I have come to the conclusion that a woman's lips
are one of the most wonderful things about her,
except when she is using them to scold me.

Relevance, or lack thereof

I don't feel like talking about the past,
I have no idea what is going to happen in the future,
and the present seems so ordinary, right this minute,
that it seems like a useless endeavor to present it to you.

That's just how it goes sometimes.

Lack of regression

I don't cry anymore
because things no longer feel sad all the time

Stuck on a farm with no pigs to kill

I'm not sure where I'm going with this one,
the title just came to mind,
something, maybe, about a vegetarian farm,
where no cows, no chickens, no pigs are killed.

Thoughts from the middle of a near summer night

My coffee is weak this morning,
because I stretched the beans,
until payday tomorrow, but my
body feels strong, which I am
greatly thankful for.

Scout popped in real quickly,
last night, with a couple of
her friends; she wanted to grab
her brother's old high school
yearbook, and, I assume, say
hello to me!

It's 4:29 a.m. and the dogs
and cats are laying down still,
not hovering about expecting
to get fed.

I got in trouble at work,
last night, for taking too long
on my break. An old friend
dropped by, and, I guess, that I
let the time slip away. I didn't
really get "in trouble,"
my boss just asked me to be
more careful about it, as it
affected other peoples' breaks.
I certainly don't want to be
a jerk.

Today, is a beautiful new day.
With this new pill, I am being
spared a lot of arthritic pain.
I need to exercise, and lose
weight.

Exercise, and lose weight.
Exercise, and lose weight.
Exercise, and lose weight.
Exercise, and lose weight.

Mother of Francis

Reach out, and touch me.
Smile, and make my day.
Surround me with yourself,
on occasion.

I know how to be lonely.
I know how to be alone.
Your touch intensifies me.
Reach out. Reach out and touch me.

I'm not the only man who wants to love you.
I'm not the only man who wants to say,

reach out. Reach out and touch me.
I'm not the only man. I'm not the only man.
Reach out. Reach out and touch me.

Working her to the bone

She works at a place where
three nurses do the work of five nurses.
They don't want to hire anyone else, she says,
and I think, of course they don't.

They are pigs.

4:30 A.M.

I just walked from my abode to the end of the street that runs in front of the abode, and then I walked to the other end of the street, which is a miracle, of sorts, because I haven't been much able to walk anywhere for about a month, except to those places that I had to walk to, such as work, the grocery store, and the yoga studio. Sometimes, modern medicine and the AMA fool me; so far the new pill that my doctor prescribed, Naproxen, has hooked this brother up.

Monkey, the neighbor's cat, who I have been feeding for about two months now, followed me to the end of the street, on the first part of my jaunt, meowing the whole way. I am trying to figure out if the cat's meowing means that she is lonely, or hungry. I feed her every morning, so I don't think that it can be that she is wanting food; maybe she is tired of living outside.


Counting my blessings

I got a new pill from the Doctor's office,
and it is helping immensely. I mean, things
are not perfect with the arthritis, and its
accompanying pain, but I am in a much better
world now. Pain sucks, it is evil. I can see
why people get strung out on downers trying
to avoid it.

Go to the light, lulu

Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.
Go to the light, lulu.

Lulu means, "I love you."

Just a thought around 11:26 a.m. on a Thursday

The advantage to being a Stone versus a Beatles was that you didn't have to worry as much, as a Stone, about your behavior ruining your public image, and hurting record sales.

Who knows best

The onset of summer heat decreases my desire to cook,
and since cooking my own food is how I live, maybe I
will eat less, and lose more weight, and, if I lose
more weight, maybe my arthritis will subside, and my
oncoming need for hip replacement surgery will dissipate,
and my diabetes will be held more in check.

When I was a very skinny senior in high school,
one day in the kitchen, my mother told me that
that, "the way you eat, you are going to be fat,"
and I laughed at her, because everybody around me
always poked fun at me for how skinny I was.

It is interesting how prophetic many things are
that your parents told you, that you thought that they
were full of shit about at the time.

Rhythm Method

I get some of my best poems
while holding my cock, pissing.

You be the judge

Nobody likes condoms; they're like being confined to a drunk tank
after you've come out of a black out.

A black cat story and let me tell you about my pills

My black cat Jaggar, now lets me pet him, occasionally, but only on his back; never on his head. He drops his head, and walks off, when I try to pet his head. That he lets me pet him at all is incredible progress, because, so far in his life, Jaggar has been Mr. No Show Affection, and Don't Try To Touch Me, either, Pal!

Jaggar was found in a Fast Food Parking Lot with his chest partially caved in, lying next to his dead mother. He was nursed back to health at the Vet's to the point that he was handed to me. I guess such an upbringing killed the love in him, or made him unable to show love.

Either way, I love Jaggar. We can't all be the huggy, huggy, kissy type, whether cat,or human; now can we?!


I was thinking, tonight, how I am on a pill for just about everything: I'm on pill for depression(a couple of pills, in fact.) I'm on a pill for diabetes(a couple of pills, here, also, in fact.) I'm on a pill for high cholesterol(only one, yippeeee!) I'm on a pill for arthritis. I take an aspirin, every day, to ward off that ever possible middle age heart attack. I take a multi-vitamin, and I take a garlic pill(though I'm not much sure why.) This constitutes a large handful of pills that I swallow every morning, and every night.

What would I do if I was a caveman, wandering the woods, and or jungle, with no Doctors, and no pharmaceutical companies about? I guess that I'd be depressed about having diabetes, and high cholesterol, and I'd be in even more pain than I am with this here arthritis that I be having.

Life is weird, man. Life is weird, girl.


I'm drinking decaf at 4 a.m.

I'm drinking some decaf that was left over from a trip that I took somewhere, last year. It came from one of those packets that you find in the hotel room bathroom next to a single cup serving coffee pot. There was a full strength packet of coffee there, too, but I used that up eons ago. Decaf is not my thing, when it comes to coffee. I maybe be incorrect, having never been a heroin addict, but I liken decaf to methadone. When it comes to coffee, I prefer to mainline the real thing.

I boiled some eggs last night, and did not remember that they were boiling until I heard a hissing sound coming from the kitchen. I got my ass up fast from the chair at my desk, knowing that my precious eggs were close to being on fire. Each one had a little black burn mark on it. Have you ever heard of angry eggs, eggs that were pulled from chickens who were pissed off about their living conditions when the eggs were taken from them? Well, burning eggs, after you boil them adds a whole new dimension to this angry egg proposition.

It's 4:15 a.m. do you know where your drug dealer is right now?

A strange tale of water and tits

Tell them that you want your money back,
and they will laugh at you,
take it to court, and The Judge will throw it out;
they've got you by the balls, there is nowhere to run to,
though you try running like hell.

I don't know where that came from;
the lobby in a friend's flooded with the Atlanta rain,
last night, and I was thinking how there was probably
no recourse, nothing that she could do about the sitution.

When she was younger, my friend's mom named her boobs
Pee Wee and Cob Web. There is probably no recourse against
that, either.

The K Garden Report

I pulled the last of my lettuce
out of my garden, yesterday,
I couldn't stand to look at it;
something, or some ones were eating it.
I pulled the last of my spinach out,
earlier in the week;
it had suffered a similar fate
to the lettuce.
The tomato plant that I bought
is doing well, the tomato plants
that I grew from seed are not doing so well.
The carrots are doing great.
My little grapefruit tree is doing great,
and the broccoli plant is doing well,
in my opinion, though Katie thinks
that it is sucking air, cuz there are
yellow flowers mingling with the little bits
of broccoli.

Arthritis pretty much fucks you

My legs are much better,
I can now get around
without an intense limp.
I have never lived
with intense pain before;
it sucks.
I now look at people
older than me,
who are limping,
or walking with a cane,
or even those in wheel chairs,
with a greater understanding.

Happiness is a bag of beans

I was out of coffee beans
for about 36 hours,
it did not kill me,
but, now that I have a bag of beans
I am much happier.

Thank you Scout

Scout is on summer break,
she and a friend dropped by the house,
while I was at work.
In the refrigerator, I found
a blender full of ice, frozen bananas,
and milk;
I guess that Scout's mom got there
right as Scout was about to make a smoothie.
I just blended the concoction,
and added Stevia.
I am now having a nice banana smoothie.

It's only Buddhist chanting, but I like it

Instead of having rock and roll music playing, this morning, I am listening to a cd that Buddhist monks chant on. There is something very rock and roll about, something comforting in it, like listening to my favorite bands is. I can write to it, I can think while it is playing, unlike when the t.v. is on. The television steals everything, even the commercials that I do not want to watch. Television commercials suck you in, some how, and you, often, find yourself listening to a man tell you how you should call a Doctor if you get a four hour hardon on Viagra, or you find yourself staring at some asshole, somewhere in California, who is trying to sell you his book, by telling you that he has the cure for alcoholism, or drug addiction.

In situations such as this, remote controls are a God Send.

Silver lining

Sometimes, I get the feeling,
that I don't measure up,
but, thankfully, it is, mostly,
a fleeting feeling,
a feeling left over from
being raised by a father
who was never pleased with you.

My therapist thinks that I was abused,
but I think that the old man did the best
that he could, with what he was given.

There was no guide book given to him for being
a father; he was like a blind man
in a strip club, trying to figure it all out.

The good thing about my dad's bad points,
is that I did not repeat them on my children.

As they tell me, if you look for it,
good rises from any bad.

9 to 5 and children keep them busy

Most women, who I could love,
are too busy for me, too busy for my love.
Jobs, kids, kids, jobs; that sort of thing.
Or maybe that is just an excuse that I make.
Maybe they don't want to love me,
maybe I am not ready for "love."

Passage

I used to think that the sound of lawnmowers on Saturday morning irritated me, but, now, I realize that the sound of lawnmowers, on Saturday morning, or any other time of the week scares me. I am reminded of being twelve, and having my parents stare out the door or window at me, as I cut a neighbor's lawn. The minute that I got home, my parents were all over me, bitching that I did not cut the lawn well enough. What the fuck. Give me a break. Fuck off.

I wish that I could have said these things to my parents, to make them back off, but I couldn't, because I was scared of them. I was trapped in their world, and I knew it. I was forced to play the game on their terms, and the game was being played far from fair.

It wasn't until a week after high school, right after I had turned eighteen that I told the old man to fuck off, and I left "his" house. I went back once. I had long hair and was hitchhiking up and down the East Coast, doing my "On The Road," thing.
I was in the kitchen, talking to my mother, when he came in, looked at my long hair, and backpack and said, "Well, you certainly turned out other than I had intended."

A few months later he had a heart attack and died, so I never had the chance to turn out like he intended, or better yet to show him that what I intended was better for me than what he intended for me.

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Dragon

A dragon came into my house,
and he blew fire onto a mouse.

Bird

I saw a bird,
I never heard it sing.

Vested

If God takes a personal interest
in each one of us,
who is he more interested in,
a crack head or a mother.

Nor my lunch or breakfast

Animals shouldn't suffer
to become my supper.

Early

The cats manically run back and forth
through the apartment.
The dogs are still asleep.
I went to sleep shortly after
the late night cup of coffee that I drank,
but it has woken me early.
I need to clean the turtles' tank, today,
when I get home from taking what they are giving.
It is Sunday: many of you will gather in churches
to hear what the priest or preacher have to say.

As I eat a sweet potato and reflect

Because she likes to have her feet rubbed,
I rubbed her feet.

Empathy

Linger for just a moment,
touch my hand, again,
make me feel like you love me,
make me feel like you understand.

How many hearts do you have I asked her?

Most of the women I know have broken hearts,
men who said that they loved them, dropped them,
without so much as a goodbye.

Why?

My ankles are sweet to the assholes

Something hurt,
in the vicinity of my ankle.
I refused to believe
that it was a bee sting;
I was going to wish the pain away,
but it didn't work,
so I looked down, and saw
that it was a fly biting me,
not a bee stinging me.
I didn't know that flies could bite;
fuckers.

My dog and my daughter

I need to take the dogs outside,
before I go back to sleep.
Scout is sitting in her window,
playing guitar.
The window sill is big enough
that that is where we make Scout a bed
when she spends the night here.
Morisson is glued to Scout, this visit;
he is at her feet now,
and has followed her loyally about the apartment
everywhere that she has gone.
I am almost ready to go back to bed for a bit.
I love leisure days, such as this one will be;
no hectic running about, today, for me.

I wonder

I might go for a swim, today.
Swimming is a good way to eliminate fat
in the body, and I have 51 pounds to get rid of.
I wonder how many laps it will take,
how much bread, how many donuts and potatoes
it will take to get down to 220?


A morning tale

When the writing is going well, in the morning,
the last half of my coffee is often cold,
because I ignore it while typing.
I have to go to the bathroom, this morning,
but I can't, because my daughter spent the night,
and she is camped out in the bathroom, taking a marathon shower.
Morisson just got into some sort of a spat, with Kobain, the cat,
at the end of the hallway, waiting for my daughter,
to come out of the bathroom.
Bundy is camped under the desk, at my feet,
as usual, but he is not hogging as much room as he normally does.

Freak flag not flying

I estimated yesterday that it takes about two years
to grow long hair. I cut my long hair in November,
and I still can't tie it off into a pony tail,
here in mid June. It's not really something to worry about,
just an observation that I made yesterday,
when I ran into two people who didn't cut their hair
when I did. Life is full of observations, is it not?

The full moon

The moon was full last night, but did not spill into my bedroom.
They say people act crazy when there is a full moon, but I was
the same ole me; no weird dreams, even.
I took out the trash shortly before I went to sleep,
which is normal for that night of the week.
I drank a cup of coffee shortly before bed,
which may not be the best idea, but is something that I often do.
I fed the dogs their supper.
I turned the turtles light out, and gave them their evening meal.
I read a book in the bed, and then turned out the light.
The fool moon did not affect me adversely; I hope that it had
no bad effect on you.

What I had for breakfast

When I get up very early, the dogs do not rise with me; they glance at me out of one eye, keeping the other eye closed, doing a quick survey to see if I am going to dig the cup that I use for scooping their food into the container that houses their meals. When they see that I am not going to scoop them any food, they close their one open eye, and go back to sleep.

The cats wake up, both of them, at this early hour, and they gather on the kitchen floor, anticipating that I will place some wet cat food onto their bowls, and lay their bowls on the ground in front of them. When I do not do this, the cats head back to comfortable places in the abode, and go back to sleep.

The turtles do not move, in the morning, until I turn their light on, and drop some "Floating Food Sticks," into their aquarium.

I had a banana, and a boiled egg with hot sauce, and garlic powder on it, and a tasty cup of coffee for breakfast, this morning.

Yum, yummy.

Nothing left to lose?

We ate flavored ices, yesterday,
after we went to the pool.
The ice place is very liberal
with their samples, so all I had
was a sample: cookies and cream;
it was yummy, and just the right amount
of ice for this diabetic body to consume.

Zak, who will be going into the seventh grade
in the fall, (Lordy where is the time going?)
had a lemon ice.
Young Zak let me have several spoonfulls of his ice.
The sample spoons, are small, but seemed like
just the right size, yesterday.

Barri, Zak's dad, had an orange mango ice,
and he scooped me up some;
gosh what a cornucopia of flavors did I experience.

I forgot to tell you that a fellow gave me
two coupons for free ice, last week, so this
whole expedition was free, as was the swim at
the pool; you can swim free until 4pm; we left around 3.

Whoever said that the best things in life are free,
certainly knew what he, or she, was talking about,
yesterday, in our world.

I took a body of God swimming, yesterday


I went swimming, yesterday, swam laps for about 20 minutes. The exercise made my arthritis-ridden legs feel invigorated; swimming is something that I will have to continually, and relentlessly pursue. At the end of each lap, I took a breather. During one of my breathers, an unfriendly life guard came up, and notified me that the lane that I was standing in was for doing laps only, and he gave me a very dirty look when I notified him that I was doing laps, but that I needed to take a breather at the end of each lap.

What an asshole.

Someone said that it is supposed to be ninety degrees all week, here in Atlanta. Summer sure didn't take much time to kick in. Get your sunscreen out. Turn your air conditioners on; we're going to have to further burn holes in the ozone to not die from the heat, and humidity.

Side thought from some reading that I was doing by the pool: It seems to me that Christ and Buddha were saying pretty much the same thing. Were they not one being in two bodies, if we are all the body of God?

Non-reciprocity

Monkey, being a street cat,
watches our front door intently as she eats;
she knows that there are two dogs,
and two cats inside.
Loving a street cat is like loving a woman
who is incapable of giving you love.

Boiling eggs before going to bed

I am boiling eggs, so I can't go to bed yet. I have set the timer in my phone, to go off in fifteen minutes, so that I don't burn the eggs, like I did, one evening, last week. Today was a beautiful day: work went well, it went by fast, and no one complained about anything, including how loud I was! It got hot in my city, today, so I left the air conditioner on for my dogs, and cats. When I got home, it was nice and cool in my apartment. I feel guilty about my contribution to global warming, to the percentage of the hole in the ozone that I am responsible for. Guilt was instilled in me as a young lad in The Catholic School. Sometimes, I feel guilty for, and about, everything, as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders. This does not happen very much, these days, though. These days, I realize that I am not responsible for everything: you are responsible for some of it, also. What are we going to do?

Oblivion

Nobody knows anything, especially
those who act as if they know something.

The journey should start at home

I took a bus out to San Francisco
I hitched a ride to Boston
I flew to Florida
I took a train to New Orleans,
but I didn't find her.

I didn't find her in bars,
I didn't fine her in coffee shops,
I didn't find her at the grocery store,
I didn't find her online,

but I found her in my heart,
and she said that she was there all along.

A chat while driving down I-75

ALL MEN are created equal," he said to me,
and I said to him, "Yeah all men who aren't gay,
or black is what they were thinking when the
wrote it."

"BUT," he said, "It says...ALL MEN."

"YES," I said, "BUT a lot of things get said
that THEY didn't mean."

We kind of dropped the subject, both of us knowing
that whether THEY meant it, or not, that it SHOULD BE TRUE!

Why are we here anyway, Betty?

You're pretty popular,
everybody signed your guest list,
now that you're not here,
they all showed up to say
what a great human you were.

One guy in the back mumbled,
"You were a complete prick,"
and everybody started to nod their heads.

Discovery

Go back to San Francisco, baby
will you find people there
with flowers in their hair?

Go to New York, honey,
do you think that you will find
people who care?

I'm staying in Atlanta,
I've sown my seeds there.

I might get discovered in another city,
but I have found myself here.

Quagmire


Insecurity leads to insensitivity,
which means I am only thinking of me,
and not you,

then, after I act stupidly,
I'm not really sure what I should do.

No time for their insanity

Crazy men are randomly killing people,
and giving weird justifications for their insanity.
I won't give them much time here,
because then I feed into their shit existence.

Hidden memory

My memory is foggy,
my head feels faint,
I can't see that which
is standing right in front of me.
Salivate like a Pavlov's dog,
and she still ain't going to come back to you.

The journey should start at home

I took a bus out to San Francisco
I hitched a ride to Boston
I flew to Florida
I took a train to New Orleans,
but I didn't find her.

I didn't find her in bars,
I didn't fine her in coffee shops,
I didn't find her at the grocery store,
I didn't find her online,

but I found her in my heart,
and she said that she was there all along.

12:38 on a Thursday afternoon

The dish washer is rumbling like a large mechanical bumblebee.
The water in the turtles' tank is flowing from the filter
like a river downstream.
My fan is blowing a breeze on me.

I could not fully wake up until after noon, today.
A cup of coffee did not appeal to me until now.
None of the animals seemed angry about being fed late.
I have something planned for tonight that I can't tell you about.

It is 84 degrees out, yet I feel no need
to turn the air conditioners on.
I need to go to the grocery store.
I don't work today.

My favorite song is American Girl by Tom Petty.
My second favorite song is either Losing My Religion by R.E.M.,
or Breakdown by Tom Petty.
I am diabetic.
I have arthritis.

No one loves me.
I hope that you have love.

Ear Ordinance

It's not Saturday, and some prick is running a weed eater within earshot of my desk. This simply is not acceptable, as it is not acceptable on Saturdays. I am going to write to Obama, and see if he will place a you must rake your leaves ordinance on the city of Atlanta. Everyone's ears, both rich and poor, black, white, Asian, Mexican would all profit from the passage of this law.

Surprise

Katie had no idea why I said to her to be at my home at 7:15 p.m.
At four o'clock, Scout and I started cleaning, cooking and decorating.
When she knocked on my door, those gathered hid.
She was commenting on the decorations,
when everybody jumped out of their hiding places.
She squealed, and the party began. Happy Birthday, Katie P.


A CNN Quaalude

Tonight, the tv eased my stress,
Anderson Cooper and crew can do that.


While you swim

Five bikes were stolen from the bike racks at the Park Pool,
today, in broad daylight. I forgot the combination to my bike lock,
and had to leave my bike by the pool for longer than I would
have preferred. I would prefer to not have my bike stolen.

I swam laps today; swimming laps seems to help my arthritis.
It was a beautiful day, today, though I am tired, tonight.


The kind of man that I am for most women

"There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man."
--Mick Jaggar

No one has told me this, directly
but it just adds up; I'm alone,
and I am mostly alone,
so I must not be the kind of man
for most women.

For the light of day

He feels like a jerk
when he rides to work;
his formal education
was in John Lennon.

He wrote a paragraph
in his book,
then thought that he
should go back to one.

No use telling everyone
what is on your mind,
you studied, and studied,
but you couldn't pass their test.

Their laughter came on
like a rain cloud;
I stole the sun in front of me,
now everyone has to pay
for the light of day.

Slippin' Away

I'm slipping further and further from what
I thought that I wanted to be,
I never think about far off stages,
surrounded by cheering people,
when I have my grandson in my hands.

Ain't listening to your bitching

I used to take a shower before you came over,
now I don't even get out of bed until you knock on the door.

Hard to forget

I had the weirdest dream, last night,
It happened on an elevator. Two people
who I know, and haven't seen in years,
were there with me. I'm not going to
tell you what happened. I don't usually
remember my dreams, but this one is going
to be hard to forget.

Somebody has to be the peasant

They were so in love
you thought that it would last forever
but it didn't
he married someone else
and she is happy with her life,
as it is
without him.

You never know who is going
to turn out to be The Doctor,
and who is going to take out the trash.

She fantasizes about having a swimming pool in her backyard.
I had a weird dream that I can't tell you about that happened
on an elevator.

No major pains in my patooey

I need to get a new tube for the rear tire of my bicycle. When I leave the bike alone for several weeks, and come back to it, it needs air in the rear tire, and this is a pain in the patooey, because I want to just be able to pick up my bike and ride. That is the most major of my problems on this fine, fine June 2009 morning. As they say in a certain secret society, "The quality of my problems, today, is good."

Palin's Failin' Me

I don't want to write mean things. I'm thinking of the Sarah Palin / David Letterman spat here. They are both being mean. Sarah, and her camp are really working it. I wouldn't follow Sarah to the bathroom, if I hadn't pissed in days. Well, that was kind of mean, but it's true.

PS I have never found David Letterman to be funny.

My God

My God,
and,
Your God,
would do not
see eye to eye.

My God,
and,
Your God,
would not
shoot pool together.

My God,
and,
Your God,
would not break bread
in the same kitchen.

My God,
and,
Your God,
are reflections
of you and I,

and you, and I,
are always
in need of work,

and while we are alive,
there is always hope
that Your God, and My God,
might get it on.



I love you, baby

There's an Asian woman
looking for me,
and a Christian single gal
who wants to date me.
There are foxy singles,
and soul mates,
all waiting until
I turn my credit card number over.

It' such a relief to know that true love
is only $39.95 away.

Stay Lost

I've been in love so many times
that it would make your head spin
to contemplate the infinity of my universe
you would have to find me, and I'm going to
stay lost.

Have fun with your mechanical love objects.
Have fun with whatever it is that really makes you smile.
Have fun with my heart, I would have given it to you, perhaps.
Here I am trying to get laid, and all I got
was to listen to Hanson, and hear you cry.
Why?

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I just don't know anymore.
I don't know how long I can hold on.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.

I'm an addict for your love, but

Push come to shove
I ll wear a glove if I m with a looker.
Even Catholics girls want to sleep
with The President.

Such is not

Jimi Hendrix smiled before he died
but such is not with today's suicides.

Save Me

You see me feeling lonesome
and you don't care.
I say I have needs,
and you don't care.

They populate the whole planet
with lame pop songs, and she says
that they are beautiful.

Save me; I'm falling.
Save me; I'm up on wall that I built.
Save me; I'll soon be out of reach.
Save me, save me, won't somebody save
my life, today.

A thought while watching somebody else's video

I could be a superstar with that director,
and the camera person that that director hired.

What was that little peck that your lips gave my lips today all about?

It was something certain, it wasn't tentative.
It didn't say, "I love you," but it said that I could.

It s nice to be exposed to things I don t know about.

There is light even at night

He has other eyes upon him;
she put them there.

Your sweet pink lips

mikel k: that crave
mikel k: something
mikel k: other than what they have.

Ouch

Sometimes the cat gets under my desk
where the dog usually sits
and I don't realize that the fur
that I am rubbing up against is the cat's
until he bites my foot, and scratches it,
which the dog would never do.

A case of possible insolence

You're re never around, so how can I leave you.
You never open your mouth, so how can I believe you.

Two turtles in a box

My turtles are happy;
one sits on a rock
under the heat lamp
imagining that he is
on island by the sea,

the other swims back and forth,
as if the length of the aquarium
was infinite.


girl: mikel mikel mikel
girl: i just read your poem
girl: isn't that interesting
girl: what you choose to print





I was going 56 in a 55 but it was quota time

Cops, for the most part, think that they are God,
and, most of them, think that you should treat them like God.

The smart thing to do is to treat them with respect,
even if they don't earn it.

If they are locking you up, let them lock you up;
you can beat them in court, you can't beat them on a sidewalk
when they have their weapons, and their macho cop with a gun attitude.

Next, I'll tell you how to deal with Priests.

Fine by me

Plans with you always turn out to be
something other than what they were
supposed to be,

oh well, I'm not feeling so cynical,
something else usually happens, and that is fine by me.

Sometimes the bullshit is so thick, you just can't wade through it

"After a disputed election that the government said
President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad won..."
The government said he won.
Such fun.

The brand doesn't matter

You're high,
on cleaning fluid
in a dirty house,

Well, she was an American Girl raised on crack cocaine.
A man came along and said that, "Jesus could save her,"
but, first, he said, "There is something God wants you to do."
He pulled down his zipper, and tried to get for free what
had been keeping her supplied for so long."

A note to the man who talks so well from the pulpit

It must be nice to be an expert at everything;
to know who God is, and what he wants for everyone else.

Confess your sins in a dark booth somewhere; you might feel better(but if a hand emerges from the booth, and tries to fondle you, run like hell.)

All of a sudden it happens

Suddenly, I'm inept.
Suddenly, I need retraining.
Suddenly, I can't tie my shoes,
or boil an egg.
Suddenly, I don't know how to vacuum the carpet.
Suddenly, I don't know how to wash the car.
Suddenly, I don't know how to bowl, or play tennis.
Suddenly, I don't eat write.
Suddenly, I don't have manners at all.
Suddenly, eyes are upon me judging my every move.
Suddenly, I am in love.

We need enemies

We need enemies
so that they can keep us scared.

We need enemies
so that those who build arms
will get government contracts.

We need enemies
to make us feel superior.

We need enemies to kill
because we are a Christian nation.

We need enemies.
We need enemies.
We need enemies.

Got to love that dog

I don't know how many times I have said, "Bundy, Bundy, Bundy," in the time that me and this dog have been together. I am having to say it less, and less, because, amazingly, the dog is catching on. I am greatly pleased by this.

Freak Out

She tried to flip me out;
then she flipped me off.

Nice guys finish

I'd really like to have seen Ahmadinejad lose the recent Iranian election, just like I would have liked to see Bush lose both times he ran for President in this country; but, sometimes, it seems that the bad guys never lose.

MY crazy ass is getting blocked?!!

Out of the blue, an Instant Message appears from someone
who I had never been properly introduced to, and, the following
went down…

highheelstrappedsalmon: Whom do you like better: Mr. Spock or Dr. Spock?
mikel k: Ted Bundy
highheelstrappedsalmon: ???
mikel k: I don t talk to strangers.
highheelstrappedsalmon: Who are u?
mikel k: You're smokin' crack.
highheelstrappedsalmon: ok ur crazy ass gettin blocked

Is love a lie if it don't come true?

Why whisper things in the night,
that you wouldn't say in the light of day?

That cat is fucking weird

I like the way cats get
out of your way when you
walk near them,

dogs, on the other, hand
will lay there, until you
tell them to move.

I have one cat that is really weird;
he won't let me pet him, but he will
rub his body against my ankles in the kitchen.

Wait; the cats shouldn't get penalized because I think that you're an ass

I used to think that you were talented,
now I wouldn't open a can of tuna and share it with your cats.

She's out there, somewhere

She's much older than she used to be.
She's much older than the pictures
that she posts on the internet.
She's not too old to be a mother.
She's not too old to be a friend;
if she says that she loves you,
she means that she will love you until the end.

Bits and Pieces

After her last visit, there are now things of hers
in my bathroom: a pink razor blade, and a black hair band.
I don't know if she left those things in my bathroom intentionally,
but I like having things of hers in there, because they remind me of her.

I never missed a lay up

I haven't taken a foul shot since 1975,
when I was a starting guard on my high school basketball team.
Watching The NBA Finals on tv, tonight,
I couldn't understand how a pro could miss a foul shot.

Vampires need love too

two hours, this afternoon, I smiled at everyone who entered the bookstore, and said, "Hello, how are you?" to each one of them. The reaction of the people who entered the store was varied; some smiled back, said, "Hello," and asked me how I was. Others looked at me like I was a serial killer, out to sell them a vacuum cleaner, or a time share weekend that they didn't want, but might buy just to get rid of me.

I watched a vampire television show, last night, with a friend, and, today, as I said hello, and goodbye to people, at the front of the bookstore, I spied two vampires, in the magazine section. I did not want them to bite me, or to have sex with them, like the folks on the t.v. show did with the vampires in their existence. I just said hello, and wished them a good day as they left the store.

We like it this way

Pretty girls pushing and shoving
in a Bachman Turner Overdrive song.
The singer is taking care of business,
as am I.

I don't think of taking a shower together as being a dirty act

She was dirty, and so was I,
so we took a shower together.
She had brought a razor,
and I was in the possession of a new bar of soap.
I think that taking a shower with someone,
is more fun than going to a movie with them,
or eating out together,
and itt is definitely more fun
than the two of you bowling, or playing golf.

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Don't get in the way

Problems solve themselves for me,
if I let them.

Eat to live or to get closer to your God?

Should you kill to eat,
or kill for forgiveness?

"If a man cannot banish sexual thoughts from his mind, he should put on dark clothes, got to another town, find a woman, and satisfy his lust, the Talmud advises. Just be discreet." P. 207 The Search For God At Harvard by Ari L. Goldman

Balance

Tune out the right;
tune out the left.

Don't listen to the priests and preachers;
don't listen to the politicians.

Take the school teachers with a grain of salt.
Listen to you mom and dad, but realize
that they are not experts at life
just because they are your parents.

With a friend like this, who needs enemies

Someone said to think of my arthritis as my friend, since it will always be with me. My "friend" woke my in the middle of the night, tonight, the pain dull, and throbbing, like I imagine a knife wound would be. I wonder if acupuncture would help any

3:21 a.m. rant

I am not as wide awake at 3:21 a.m. as I thought I was,
and in spite of drinking a cup of coffee, the bed is,
once again, calling to me. I am lucky to have a bed.
Some people don't have a bed; they sleep on cement, tonight.
My cats often share my bed, and my dogs would, if I would
let them. My animals are spoiled; they have it better
than some people who live on the street do. I leave the radio,
or the tv on for them, when I leave the apartment;
I leave the ac on for them in the hot summer, and I heat
the apartment in the winter for them, as well as myself.
I'm not sure what to make of all this. Animals deserve love,
too; that's why I try not to eat them anymore.

We are all hoping for change in Iran

Worldwide, and inside, Iran
there is a fervent hope
that the old can be ousted
and the new can be installed.

Much of the hope is peaceful;
some of the hope is violent.

If you replace violence with violence,
you still have violence.

Change is good.
Let's hope that there is a change in Iran.

Her savior

She burned the top of her feet,
and the back of her legs
at the beach, yesterday.
She said that that was because
there was no one there
to apply the lotion to her body.
I understood the implication of her words;
they made me smile.
I would have gladly put lotion on her,
and saved her from the sun.

A middle of the night thought

I used to only experience the middle of the night as the tail end of the day, but, these days, I go to bed earlier, and often waked up in the middle of the night. There is something pure about the middle of the night. Everyone is asleep, but you; the world is yours.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.--Martin Luther King Jr

One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)
by Lambert-Potter, sung by Coven

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
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"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."
--Martin Luther King Jr.

The creatively maladjusted?

Main Entry:mal•ad•just•ed :poorly or inadequately adjusted ; specifically : lacking harmony with one's environment from failure to adjust one's desires to the conditions of one's life
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Not to argue with anyone

"Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful."--Thich Nhat Hahn

Your smile doesn't pay my rent.
Your smile doesn't feed my dogs.
Your smile could mean that you
are reveling in some pain that I feel.
Your smile could be the result
of paying thousands of dollars to a dentist.
Your smile could be evil.

I might win the lottery,
and then your smile would be wide.
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Self-therapy on a Wednesday morning

I am the problem, not you.
I make my choices, and I have to live with them,
not point the finger at you.
If I don't like your involvement
in my life, I can say goodbye to you,
but I will never say goodbye to you.

The turtles appear to be sleeping.
It is rare that they sleep,
but I guess, if they do, 4 a.m.
would be the time for it.

"Reconciliation is to understand both sides; to go to one side and describe the suffering being endured by the other side, and then go to the other side and describe the suffering being endured by the first side."--Thich Nhat Hahn
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TUESDAY, JUNE 16, 2009
I don't know that I am suited to be anybody's man; most women have a parent, or parents, who don't approve of me, and many have male "friends" who, of course, don't approve of me(for a wide variety of reasons, that I won't get into here, but that I am sure that you can well imagine.) It's a bunch of bullshit that I really would rather not deal with. I don't deal with stress very well, and all this is just extra stress in my life.

Work was crazy yesterday. The corp. has come up with these coupons where you can buy a two dollar item from the bakery, and then get a four dollar coffee drink, free, and, of course, the whole world wants in on that deal, and everybody wants the blended drinks that take the longest to make. I was really glad when the shift was over. The mass of man, and women, did put a good amount of change and dollar bills in the tip jar, so, if it is all about the benjamins, I guess that that makes everything all right.

It's not all about the benjamins, though; it is about keeping your sanity. It is an insane world that we live in, and it is hard, often, to not feed into it, hard to not become a part of the insanity. Usually, the insanity is driven by someone else trying to make a buck off your back. If you are part of the machine, it is very hard to kick back and say, "no," I won't feed into this, because if you won't feed into it, they can't use you, and will discard you; and then what do you say to your landlord, or as David Powell calls them, "the monopolistic utility companies?"

There are much worse things that could be going on in my world. I could be a kid protesting the electing results in Iran, who gets the shit kicked out of me by soldiers blindly doing what they are told. I could live in North Korea, where a dumb ass is running the show. I could be in a drunk tank covered in blood, and puke.

When you feel like shit, you really have to look for and at the things that you have going for you, make a gratuity list, as they say; be happy that you have kids, and a grandkid who love you, dogs that are glad to see you, when you drag your tired ass in the door from work, and cats who could care less how tired you are; they just want to be fed, and one of them wants to be rubbed.


Promises promises

If you are going to teach someone not to break promises,
you should keep the promises that you make to that person.
My father had a habit of making promises that he did not keep,
while constantly telling me how important it was to keep
the promises that I make. With my children, I don't think
that I was ever a promise breaker. It was an easy thing to do;
you just don't make promises that you can't or don't intend to
keep.

Puke

Certain things make me want to puke,
but I am not going to list them here.

Thoughts on possible coffee addiction

I am probably a coffee addict, who, perhaps, needs to attend a 12 step group called "Coffee Anonymous," but I am in denial about the extent of my coffee usage, so, even if there was one, I wouldn't show up to pick up a white chip at "Coffee Anonymous." My coffee usage does not affect others, and does not land me in drunk tanks covered in blood, and puke. I don't start fights in coffee houses, or get thrown out of them by the coffee bouncers. I don't get arrested while drinking coffee, and driving. I don't black out while drinking coffee. My coffee addiction is, currently, a pleasurable thing, and if it degenerates into an unpleasurable thing, I will quit drinking it, or seek help. I am in control of my coffee drinking; coffee is my friend.

Pick this

I used to wander about whatever neighborhood that I lived in
and pick flowers; now, as I walk the dogs, I look at the flowers,
enjoy them, but don't pick them. The flowers don't belong to me;
they belong to themselves, and should be left where they are to
enjoy the longest life possible, and be viewed by the most people
possible, and not be imprisoned in a vase in my living space
where I am the only one who can enjoy them.

40-Love

Don't smoke crack;
it seems like such a simple thing to do,
or not do.
Don't drink and drive;
it seems like such a simple thing to do,
or not do.
I could go on, and on, but I think you get my point.

I need to lay down, and read this book that I have been reading, and not sit at this computer like I have been doing. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I don't care if I ever talk to her again.
I don't care if I ever talk to a woman again,
in the manner that I have been talking to this one.
Is there a woman out there who I can talk to?

Troublmakers

Love, like money has mostly stayed away from me.
When I am smart, I realize that I don't have much use for either.

Fear itself, sort of

There are things that I fear; I won't list them here,
and there are things that I don't fear; I won't list these either.

I like to wake up early, now, where I used to like to go got bed, late.

Cooking cooking

It is too hot to be cooking cooking
makes it hotter in the house than
it should be, yet I am cooking some fish.

It is hot outside, this afternoon, but I was happy to be there, mingling my outdoor existence with visits to several grocery stores, looking for cool things to eat.

I saw a dog who looked very hot, and I felt sorry for him when the lady who he was with tied him up outside the bookstore, and went inside. It was my hope that she would not leave him alone in the heat for too long.

Trying to hook up with a woman, for me, is, mostly, a pain in the area directly below my back. Maybe I am attracted to the one's that I am unsuitable for, or maybe the ones unsuitable for me are attracted to me, or maybe God is punishing me for something that I did as a child; perhaps I didn't put enough money in the little envelope that the Church gave children to put in the basket on Sunday.

"Love" should be calm, and peaceful; it shouldn't be a pain in the ass. "Love" should be happy, not angry, or antagonistic.

"Love," sucks. (:

Most Republicans comb their hair in a way that I do not understand. Most Republicans dress in a way that is alien to me, and when they open their mouth, most Republicans scare me. I try not to listen to Republicans talk very much, as I try not to listen to Democrats talk very much; I don't much trust either party.

I used to "party," at least that is what I/we used to call it, but there reached a certain point where the party was over, but I continued on; and on, and on, and on.

I just fed Morisson the tip of a banana, as I often do, when I am cutting bananas up to freeze them for smoothies. Bundy usually shows up, and gets the other banana tip, but did not show, today. Sometimes, guarding the front door is more important to Bundy than getting a snack; he is a good guard dog.

I went into work, today, and found that someone else was on the schedule, so I did not have to work; I went grocery shopping, instead, buying items for smoothies. Usually, I make my smoothies with bananas, strawberries, almond milk, filtered water, and stevia, but, tonight, I am trying raspberries, and bananas as the fruit base in my drink.

I wonder why God allows some people to wander the streets, sucking on Listerine to get high, and allows other people to own multiple houses, and many cars. What is "freedom," anyway?

Encyclopedia of Religion and Ethics.

When infinity isn't for forever

The obnoxious rock star gets a massage after the show.
The girl with the golden voice plays piano, and then goes home alone.
I eat spinach, and drink drinks made out of vegetables hoping
that this weight will go away, and you, well, I don't know what you do
with your today, your yesterday, or your tomorrow.

I can't be busted for these thoughts

Every time that I turn my head
and see you standing in my space
I wish that we were in bed.

It's nothing obscene that I am thinking,
I just like the feel of your skin.

I want to play twister

I want to get twisted/like playing twister
I want to get tied up/with you
I want to do/things I've never done
I don't want to argue/I want to have fun

Have you got your gun sister?
Let's rob a bank/figuratively,
literally/go out on the line
smiles on our face/going to different places
neither of us have ever been.

I want to cool the sun/just to say
just to say we've done something different
didn't spend our lives the same old way
that we have been doing until this day.

Have you got your gun sister?
I want to play twister.

I need a woman who has time for me

How much time, or when, I am not sure.
Should I be the master of my own destiny,
dictating how this woman's time must be spent?

Where to dwell

To dwell in that which pissed you off yesterday, or the day before,
is stupid. It just ruins today, like it ruined those recent past days
that I just spoke of. Look for the good in today, and go with it,
run with it, embrace it, enjoy it, have fun with it.

Do no dwell in misery; it sucks!

This different path I'm on

I try not to do things that are considered not healthy,
either by myself, or by the mass of man.
I used to blaze trails, experience pain that I wouldn't
have had to if I had listened to the experience of others,
but I try to not do that anymore.

This, I believe, is what they call growth.

I hate to run out of toilet paper, too

Sometimes I have to piss
when I am writing
but I don't want to stop
until I get to a point
that is well beyond comfortable.

I am glad to report, however,
that, so far, I have, yet,
to piss on myself.

Keep moving on

I can't worry about why people do or don't do the things they do
I can't get emotional because someone who once said hello
doesn't say hello, anymore.
I've got to move on with my life, keep moving on, moving on.

When the going gets weird, it often winds up in your email box

I just got the weirdest email; some bloke in London wants me to be the nanny to his 2 kids. You think that someone would be a little more careful about finding a nanny for his kids than sending out a blind email to strangers on the internet. I suspect that there is something more to this proposition than initially meets the eye. I bet me mate is trying to get into my wallet, somehow, and is not looking for care for his kids at all. Well, there are barely enough dollars or pounds for me, in there, so he won't have much luck in that dept. My heart goes out to the 2 children, if indeed they do exist. Their father seems like a callous, and uncautious bastard, one who should not have been entrusted with the care of children. Being blessed with children is, perhaps, the highest honor that a man or woman can receive while inhabiting this earth. I hope this scumbag gets what he deserves, and I hope that the kids get what they need.

--K




Hello Mikel,

I am seeking for the services of a nanny for my 2 kids to come and work for me, in the U.K London. I am willing to offer 800 pounds sterling, per week, and will provide monthly shopping allowances as well as accommodation. If interested, please get back to me for more details .

Thanks.
Mr Water Brown

I really can't define how her intelligence should be

I want a woman so beautiful that she sounds like
the guitar intro on Sweet Child O' Mine.
I want a woman so smart that she
I want a woman so smart that she
I want a woman so smart that she
I want a woman so smart that she.

Who can relate, and who can't?

When he was young and his heart was an open book,
he used to wear dresses, and pitch fits;
those around him were happiest when he took his pills.
Of course, I wasn't there, but I read the same magazines
as you, if what they print is to be believed as true.
He and his guitar player used to stand next to each other
on the stage, now for each other they only display fists
of rage.

My computer is slow this afternoon, but I won't throw it
against the wall, like I might have when I was younger.

If you are nuts, it's only temporary

We are all sojourners, are we not?
None of us will inhabit this existence for eternity.

I'm a loser, so why don't you

The pages of most of the paperback books on my shelves are yellowed to the point that I feel like the owner of a second hand used book store; sort of. I like to read books with shiny new pages; I am spoiled because I work at a bookstore, and get to borrow brand new books from the shelves as one of my main employee benefits. It is a benefit to everyone for me to be able to talk intelligently to customers about the books we sell. I don't know, and I haven't read it don't add up to higher sales, and it is higher sales that we are after, though we don't participate in any of the glory, if you know what I mean. I mean what is the incentive to bust my ass, and sell, sell, sell, when I am going to get nothing extra than my near minimum wage less taxes. I am not complaining; I can take my ass out the door, and down the street at any time. I am just commenting on something that does not make much sense to me. If the world would just listen to me, then it would be an even more screwed up place than it is. Look at me: I'm a bum, a gross failure at The American dream; I don't own a house, I don't own a car, I don't take two week vacations in the summer, I, mostly, don't have a Christmas Tree, and, if I do, it is a small one.

Oh no

I ate cereal in almond milk with banana for dinner.
I'm a sinner.

Imagine

Imagine all the mother fuckers
not being mother fuckers.
Imagine all the capitalist pigs
not being capitalis pigs.
Imagine all the rapist and killers
not raping and killing.
Imagine all the child molestors
leaving the children alone.
You might say I'm stupid for thinking this,
but sometimes when you think things
things become true.

You make me feel like a natural man

Looking out the window, I know it's going to rain,
but it's o.k. because you make me feel like a natural man.

I could afford more than I think

The divorced lady wrote love songs
until the man who died of heroin came along
how many times can a heart be broken
to how many men or women can the words
I love you be spoken?


No real problems here at all

I am out of soy creamer for my coffee, this morning,
and lemons for my water, which, around here, constitutes a crisis.
The quality of my problems is excellent today.

Before and after midnight

In thirty three minutes I will be fifty two years old.
Seven hours and forty six minutes ago, I turned fifty two years old,
and, in both cases, I still feel the same.

You're safe for now

You re so scared someone will change you,
and much of the time you're not even sure who you are.
There is nothing wrong with you,
and, although you disdain it, basically you are normal.
I didn't say typical, I said normal, which means
that they won't be caring you off to the funny farm any time soon.

Bake me a warm and friendly cake

mikel k: I want some cake
mikel k: some chocolate cake
soft girl: me too
soft girl: i want brownies
soft girl: i was gonna make some
soft girl: today
mikel k: and i want your smile
mikel k: i want your smile and some chocolate cake
mikel k: I like how you bake your smile for me
mikel k: warm
mikel k: and friendly

No one to apply her lotion

She had no one to apply her lotion, at the beach,
so she got sunburned at the top of her pretty little feet.

It comes in pink and blue and yellow

You drank cancer with your dinner, last night,
because D. Rumsfeld and R. Reagan
worked together to fire the head of The FDA,
who wouldn't let Rumsfeld's cancer causing product
on the market.

Should I make other plans than you?

What are you doing tomorrow?
Something that doesn't include me;
the same thing that you did yesterday.

Tomorrow, I will make plans that don't include you,
not because I want to, but because it is what
my heart tells me to do.


Where will we grow old together

She wants to live by the ocean.
I like puke on a city sidewalk,
bums drinking Listerine,
whores trying to sell five dollar blow jobs for crack.

This I know

I know nothing about anything
yet I yearn for knowledge
I know nothing about anything
yet I pretend that I do
fooling even myself as I read the news
that what is in front of my eyes
is really what is happening
I know nothing about anything
I know nothing about anything
I know nothing about anything.

Should I rule out my possibilities?

Iran is a mess, and my house needs to be cleaned,
but my hip won't let me; the arthritis has been so bad
for the past couple of days that I can hardly move.

I am using a new creamer in my coffee, this morning,
a soy french vanilla variety. I do not like it as much
as I do my usual soy creamer, but I had to shop
at a different store, yesterday, due to time constraints.

It seem that with people risking their lives for freedom
in various parts of the world, people being killed
for their beliefs, people being blown up in seemingly futile
attempts to confine their hearts and minds, that talking about
my hip pain and my coffee creamer is a very mundane thing to do.

Hey baby, what's your email?

I don't see how you can get close to someone by staring at the words that they have typed that appear on your computer screen, but you can. It is a weird phenomenon of now: the times that we are living in. Many of us don't have the time, or interest, of meeting someone the old fashioned way, "Hey, baby, can I buy you a drink," so we are turning to a/s/l? as a way of saying hello to members of the opposite sex.

Cat gets head slammed in door

I closed the door after I got home, last night, and Kobain let out a yell; turns out that he had his head in the doorway, and was peering out to see what the world had to offer, when I closed it. I didn't really feel sorry for the cat; he knows not to hang around the front door; he knows that escape is not part of the program at this abode, still he yearns. He wants to be out there killing birds and showing all the neighborhood cats who is boss; but I don't want him to show how truly susceptible he is to his environment by getting run over by a car. Besides, a cat is a lot more fun to live with, if you actually live with him, instead of just watching him come in and out the door with pit stops at the food bowl, only.


Finding something human

I'm de-emphasizing you putting you back on the shelf
where you came from returning you to the store so to speak
you had your chance I gave you the opportunity
but you had more important things on your plate to consume
than me there are no hard feelings I understand the situation
you're not what I am looking for either best to move on
go back where we came from head to where we are headed.

I feel like crying. I feel like screaming out loud.
I feel like something has been stolen from me.
I feel like I might go insane.
Why is it always stormy weather when I am ready for it to be
sunny outside.
Why do other people have what I want; at least it looks that way
from the outside.

God is not in the Church, the car dealer will rip you off,
love is never what it appears to be, and I'm about to puke,

--Mikel K
Circa 2001

Sorry, but it's not a dog day

The dogs feelings are hurt, since I indicated that their company might not be good enough on Father's Day, that I would rather spend time with my boys, and girl, than with them. I am sorry, my dear dogs, I love you, BUT, you are NOT enough on this day!!

You can long all you want, baby, but it ain't gonna happen

Yesterday, early in the morning, I bent over to pick up something, and something snapped in my hip; as a result, I was in intense hip pain all day, limping, almost unable to bend over and pick up things on the ground. The situation is not as bad today; I think that sleeping late helped, somewhat. Arthritis is an evil suitor; I never know what part of my body, from my hips to my knees is going to be my enemy on any given day. I long for youth; pain free youth.

To borrow a line from a Queen song

I love my bike.
Bicyyyyyyyycle.
I don't ride it
as much as I should.
Right now, my body
is in great arthritic pain,
and it is easier to ride my bike
than to walk, though it his hard
to mount, and dismount it.
Bicyyyyyyyyycle.

Just give me some real breasts and some lunch or dinner

Have you ever noticed, or is it just me, how the women in the dating site ads have tantalizing breasts. Maybe I notice their breasts because I haven't been around breasts, recently, or maybe I am a "breast man," as they say, and, as such, have a keener eye for such things, than say an "ass man," or, maybe, I am just some sort of semi-perverse internet freak who derives pleasure from looking at cyberspace pictures of breasts, possibly, due to aforementioned lack of real breasts in my reality.

Women, or the women who I run into, anyway, are too busy to give their breasts to me; hell, they are too busy to give their time to me.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

My son doesn't have time, either, today, Father's Day, to spend any time with me: his skateboard pals get him, and I don't.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Where is that Father's Day lunch, or dinner, that I expected to receive for being such a great father for 20 years? (Maybe my other boy will call, and say that he and his wife have something wonderful prepared for me, but I doubt it.)

On Mother's Day, everybody gathered at the kids' mother's house, and whooped it up because she was such a great mom, but me, I'm going to celebrate Father's day with two dogs, two cats, and two turtles, who I love dearly, but I'm not going to get lunch or dinner out of them.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

News with no view

They tell me
that it is hot out there
and I believe them,
more than I believe
many of the stories
reported to me
by the men and women
who report the news
on the major channels.
I believe them
because they have nothing
to gain or lose
in their reporting
no career ladder to climb
no bigger network to move to.
Often, I wish that
regular folk could report
the news, and maybe that
is what is going on, today, in Iran.

I was born a Rebel(in New England.)

In many different parts
of the same country
you will hear the same cry.

Para mas preguntas

I'm searching for something really dynamic
to type on this page; I will blame the heat
if such eludes me. You always have to have
a built in excuse in the writing game, some
sort of answer just in case they ask you something.

Blindness through it all

Winter became spring
which suddenly became summer
which will turn into fall.

Through it all, I remain me,
or are there changes in myself
so subtle that they I can't see.

Summertime smiles and anxiety

I am smiling in my air conditioned house, today,
except for my awareness of my contribution
to the hole in the ozone layer, and my knowledge
that the power company will be smiling
when they send me my next bill.

Separation

Two cats, and one dog, are asleep near the air conditioner.
Morisson is at my, feet, loyal inspite of the heat.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

In the song, he says that he closed his eyes,
and she slipped away. Well, I have that beat:
she slipped away, right in front of me, with
my eyes wide open; waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

She rejected me

It has been thirty four years
since we last interacted;
Senior Year of High School to be exact.
The Boss was really The Boss, then,
and Ronnie was still a Free Bird leading Skynnard.
She asked me to Prom.
My dad wouldn't let me go.
She became Prom Queen.
She was also the Homecoming Queen,
an attractive, and intelligent young lady.
And, now, she doesn't want to be
my Facebook Friend.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

The plan, man.

Me.
Me.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
It's all about me,
not you.
You.
Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

On a day that is supposed to be mine

If they wouldn't make holidays,
I'd have nothing to cry about on Father's Day,
no reason to feel sorry for myself,
because the kids are too busy to show any interest in "Dad."
And I thought that I was such a great father,
that I had done all the things right that my father had done wrong.
"We'll get together, later," said the bio boy,
I've got to hang out with the kids who I hang out with
365 days of the year."
The youngest step kid, who I have always tried to not call step,
waited until 8:30 pm to call, finally calling, then,
probably because her mother told her to,
and I haven't heard from the third kid all day.
He has his own kid now, and I was just a step to that, I guess.
I have spent too much time feeling sorry for myself, today,
but I know that I will never lend myself to the name, "Dad,"
again, for being a miserable failure one time out is plenty for me.
I get more attention from the the men who make my sushi,
than I do from these kids I call my own, on a day that is supposed to be mine.

And the cats and dogs just stare at them

I have clothes on the bed,
that need to be folded.
I do not feel like folding them.
I never really feel like folding clothes;
you will never hear me say, "Oh, yeah,
I have clothes to fold; I am so happy for this."
It is hot out, today, and even though
my air conditioners have been working hard,
I am sure that some of the heat has seeped through
seeped its evil way into my existence
and has caused me to not want to fold clothes.

Note to a cyber stranger

I have no idea what you look like.
I have no idea how you smell.
I'll probably never look into your eyes,
oh well.

Blowing in the wind

I wish that I hadn't mixed that can of organic black beans into my pasta with onions, and mayonnaise, this afternoon, because I have had serious gas ever since. There is no one around to offend with suck flatulence, but it is such a serious case of blowing in my own wind, that even I have found it offensive.

Day break

When the sun rises on another day,
the emotions of yesterday are washed away.

There is always someone badder

The shark feared so far and wide
is easily captured by the octopus.

A 5:41 a.m. smoothie

This one with chocolate soy milk,
and three bananas and stevia, only.

Yum, yum.

And one of the cats is meowing
Sometimes, you can be alone, and love it,
and, sometimes, you can be alone, and hate it,
just like there is usually more than one path
to the same truth.

She doesn't get it

It really doesn't matter,
once you have figured out the truth.

Love exists everywhere but where I am

I've got a cyber space girlfriend in Paris.
I got a girl in Australia who says that she loves me,
and there is a girl in England who says that I'm really hot.
In the Netherlands, there is a girl who I think could love me,
but right here, right now, in this space that I inhabit,
I am alone.

It s not all about fist fucking and unprotected anal intercourse

She spent the night, for the first time, last night, and there was no fist fucking. That was a joke; there was not much more than a little light making out, and some touching of each other's skin. She's not as horny as I might like her to be, but she satisfies me in other ways, so I guess that it is not all about unprotected anal intercourse.

Hey baby I like your boobs**

She can't understand my (or any man's fascination) with tits/her tits. I can't really explain it to her; I mean how do you describe to someone why you like one brand of ketchup over another. I'm sure that she has her preferences for certain things man.

**Another title for this poem could be: Are you a boob or a breast man?

A thought on the foreclosure of that hotel on Ponce

They should blow The Clermont Hotel up, and build a Five Star Hotel for the rich on the premises. If you're poor, you don't deserve to have a place to stay; the street is good enough for you, but not the streets where the rich have to drive by in their nice cars and look at you. Poverty shouldn't be evident, it should be disguised as something called "the mininum wage." Why isn't there a "maximum wage;" I mean doesn't it reach a point where it is Satanic for so few to have so much, and so many to have so little. Wait, I shouldn't have invoked Satan in that sentence. The wealth gap in this great nation is far worse than anything Satanic. Blah. Blah. Blah. I'm just bitchin' cuz I want to ride in a limousine, and wear fifty thousand dollar watches. "That ain't workin'..."

"Get out of that bed and go make something of yourself"**

I'm really wanting to go back to bed, this morning.
I pretty much want to go back to bed every morning.

**My father's voice screaming at me when I was a kid.

Tea Talk

It all seems smarmy today, grey, middle of the road,
not even worth the effort that it would take to type it down.

I'm drinking hot tea, Luzianne, if you must know,
the flow tea bags specially blended for Iced Tea;
but I am making hot tea with them. The iced tea bags
make good hot tea; I am happy with the result. In fact
it is only now, when I picked up the box to report to
you what type of tea that I was drinking, that I discovered
what type of tea that I am drinking.

You know that I am hard up for material to write about,
this morning.

Days of our lives

Her day is probably as important to her as my day is to me .
What I've learned is that you have to create a celebration,
and not wait for one to happen, because if you wait: you will wait,
and wait, and wait, and your day will just pass you by.

Nothing comes to me

Some mornings it is there,
and some mornings it is not there,
but every morning that I am alive
is a gift.

What if nobody does?

They want you untangled, immersed in nothing;
then, it seems that they start to immediately
entangle you, twist you, tie you up, .

Stop.

"They" can do nothing to you that you don't allow
to be done to yourself. Quit playing the martyr.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself. You like to hang
on the cross, and see who will come get you down.


It's a stupid question, really

If I could steal health from one of my dogs,
give the youngster my arthritis, would I do it?
And what about you, what if someone younger
than you would sell you their health,
would you the wealthy capitalist buy it.


Signals or lack there of from members

No one says hello to me, except for those who are being paid to do so; as stated on page 6 paragraph 27 of The Employees Manual. The ones who are not getting paid to say hello are pushing babies in their grocery carts, as well as groceries, and many have a small child in the hand that is not pushing the cart. Ttay are stay at home mommies who have no need for a man yearning for a smile from a stranger. They don't want to send the wrong signal, as if the very large diamond rings, that they wear are not signal enough. You are a single man, I am a taken woman, we must not interact. That's the way it felt in there today.

There are a million and one ways to feel sorry for yourself in a day;
I might start listing them all, just for fun.

Crawl don't grovel

I need to crawl through the grass,
I need to stand at the top of the mountain.

I need I need I need need need

I'm being too realistic,
I need to be more surrealistic.

Should I buy or make a butterfly net?

If I could find love in the eyes of the butterfly,
then would I love the butterfly.


Uncomfortable California Dreaming

I decided during some very uncomfortable dreams, last night, that I was going to move to San Francisco because my literary brilliance would be more appreciated there than it is here in Atlanta. I love my life here, and my family, but it is still essential that I become "the next big thing." This is an issue that has been plaguing me since I was a kid playing basketball who was only happy if he scored more points than anyone else on the team. Screw winning and losing; the game was incidental to me, me, me.

The summer heat has me exploring this me, me, me theme a lot, recently. I don't know how long it will last. I can't imagine that it is an exciting thing for a reader to read. There were watermelons on sale at the grocery store, today, for $3.99. They were the seed less variety, which I don't like; see, there I go again.

"Get out of that bed and go make something of yourself"**

I'm really wanting to go back to bed, this morning.
I pretty much want to go back to bed every morning.

**My father's voice screaming at me when I was a kid.

Hot tea in the hot summer sun

It all seems smarmy today, grey, middle of the road,
not even worth the effort that it would take to type it down.

I'm drinking hot tea, Luzianne, if you must know,
the flow tea bags specially blended for Iced Tea;
but I am making hot tea with them. The iced tea bags
make good hot tea; I am happy with the result. In fact
it is only now, when I picked up the box to report to
you what type of tea that I was drinking, that I discovered
what type of tea that I am drinking.

You know that I am hard up for material to write about,
this morning.

Just as your life is

Her day is probably as important to her as my day is to me.
What I've learned is that you have to create a celebration,
and not wait for one to happen, because if you wait: you will wait,
and wait, and wait; and your day will just pass you by, just as your life is.

Nothing comes to me

Some mornings it is there,
and some mornings it is not there,
but every morning that I am alive
is a gift.

I'm thinking of donuts and not Michael Jackson

Swimming has produced miraculous results in alleviating arthritis pain in this body of mine that is two years older than Michael Jackson was when he died. Poor Farah Fawcett; her story got pushed off page 1 because of the death of Michael Jackson. Couldn't the Jackson family have been respectful of Ms. Fawcett, and let their primary breadwinner's body hang out in the hospital for a couple of days before releasing the info. about his death, and stealing the nation's tears from Farah.

I'm sitting here in me underwear, hoping
that someone will come have a donut with me.
A total news blackout is in effect in this abode,
until the hysteria about M. Jackson has died down.
I don not care what anybody has to say about
Michael Jackson's death; the news is that he died,
and that is it. The news is not what everybody
on the planet thinks about it. Though, I don't
watch baseball, I am down with those friends of
mine who are watching The Braves, and The Phillies, tonight.

The person who I am waiting on is working at The Braves Game,
and I just realized that by turning on the radio, and
listening to the game, I can tell when she might call,
and how close my donut might be. Wait...I have been on a diet
of smoothies only for over a week; can I throw a donut into
the mix? I know damn well, from experience, that I bet you
can't eat just one fully applies to my donut habit.


Making A's instead of B's

We try too hard, and for what reason;
so that we can have a heart attack?

About an hour ago, I received an uncharacteristic text message. I said, "Michael Jackson is dead."

I turned on CNN, and they were still saying that Michael Jackson was in a coma. When everyone was reporting the same thing, that Michael Jackson had passed, I felt sad, though his actions in recent years had mainly angered me, and alienated me from him.

Right now, I am remembering the Michael Jackson from my childhood, the Michael Jackson of The Jackson Five, the Michael Jackson that made me happy, made me dance, made me try to sing.

One of the news blips just said that Michael Jackson sold 750 million records. There are going to be a lot of people gathered outside the hospital in Los Angeles where he now rests.

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace.

--Mikel K

Swimming lesson

I stepped into a shallow pool
and nearly drowned.

Let me share what I'm thinking with you

I hope that it entertains you
I hope that it sustains you
I hope that it keeps you alive
when you were thinking about death,
extinction, the end
I'd rather be a flower than a rock
I'd rather be a river than a house
I used to delivery newspapers when I was a kid
The future has gotten so incredibly close
the number of years that I have been here
outnumber the years that I have left

I like to know what you think about me

A poem is what i thought about you for ten seconds
and now i am trapped screaming in what was to have
been a moment of silence.

Admission

Girl: Yes, I stalk you on Facebook.

Reckoning

I am better at pleasure,
than I am pain.

I went to an all you can eat buffet, today, for the first time as a non-meat eater, I really thought that the experience would be pathetic, that buffets are only fun if you are eating dead cow, chicken, and pig, but I was wrong, there were many non-animal choices at the buffet, and I had a great time nearly overeating.

The path that I am on is neither straight, or concrete. I thought that I was on my way to mastery of Iyengar Yoga, and, now, I am nearly crippled, fighting daily to return to where I was in ability to walk, fighting daily with a body that now gives me near constant extreme pain. Yoga positions that, after a year and a half were starting to feel comfortable to me, are now unobtainable. My body that was gaining flexibility, is now inflexible, and what is even worse is that I experience great pain when I try to do the asanas that were becoming, if not easy to me, then, at least, somewhat natural.

Bitching, moaning and groaning will not help the situation; I have tried that. The thing that I have found best for dealing with this almost sudden change in my path is swimming. The water is friendly to arthritic joints that are in pain. You feel no pain when you swim, and when you swim, the pain that you had when you went in the pool is less when you come out of the pool. Riding a bike is easier than walking. Sleep is mostly a good place to be, although my left hip still gives me a great deal of pain when I am in the bed.

There are worse paths that I could be on. There are always worse paths that we could be on, aren't there?

My heart beats for one, tonight, and only one
but it could beat for another in a heart beat.

Should I?

I'm wondering what the theme for my poems should be
Should I stress making money
Should I stress concern with personal appearance
Should I stress driving a nice car, having a nice house
What is important in life?
Should I stress that, or, maybe, should I stress
what makes a reader smile, or what would motivate them
to buy a book from me.
Should I write what I feel, what come natural
from the heart and soul,
or should I write what I think you want to hear.
Should I drink beer, when beer would send me into a blackout,
and back into jail?

Who really goes to hell?

I listened to a crow caw yesterday morning
and when the fellow flew off, I wondered
where he was going, and how long he would live,
and who would find his body, when he died,
and what would they do to it, if anything,
how would they react to see this once beautiful
black bird decaying, on its way to heaven
would it be, or do all crows go to hell?

Since it is an it

"It is rarely fun to get eaten," she said,
and I thought how profound a simple statement that was,
how it certainly would be no fun for me,
so it certainly couldn't be fun for you, or it.

But, since it is an it, we eat it.

What are you looking for?

She would rather be looked upon as interesting
than as sexy.
She won't fuck you if you tell her how great her tits are,
but she might, if she finds you intelligent.

I wonder what women who dress up in high heels,
a mini skirt, and a low cut shirt that reveals their tits,
are trying to convey to a man, say in a bookstore.

They come in all the time to the bookstore where I work
dressed sexy as hell,
and I wonder if they dressed up that way to come down
and find a book of poems.

A peace symbol is only a symbol

Tanks cost more than flowers, but wild flowers won't pay for
swimming pools in mansions by the sea.

Poems by Bukowski

She sends me something written by Bono,
and I tell her to go away.
She sends me something by Bukowski,
and I tell her that she can stay.

Cats will sleep on the softest spots
in your home, even if you have not
selected that spot as a place for them
to sleep, and then you are faced with
getting rid of cat hair on something
that you had no intention of cat hair
being a part of.

One of the cats got into my nose plugs,
the nose plugs that I am planning to use
when I swim, if water starts getting
in my nose, like it has my ears, in the pool.
One of the cats dragged my nose plugs
to the floor, but, thankfully, didn't
chew a hole in them.

Cats have a mind of their own,
like a woman who sends you lyrics by Bono,
and poems by Bukowski.

Does your dog have a soul?

I looked down from my desk, this morning, and found that my dog, Morisson, was watching me watch Rue Paul and Prynce eat their morning turtle breakfast. I find it fascinating to watch turtles eat. I find it fascinating to watch turtles do just about anything: they are such elegant creatures. Morisson might have been wondering why I don't watch him eat. Sometimes I do. There is a great serenity, for me, to be found in watching an animal eat. Most mornings, I have two cats, two dogs, and two turtles eating their morning meal at the same time. There is a great beauty in it, much like must exist at a farm when the animals are being fed. Vivan, I think that your logic that you are a vegetarian because you eat cows who only eat vegetation is off the mark, son! For many, many years I yearned not to eat animals, but I never got around to it, mostly, I think, because it wasn't convenient. Convenient was McDonald's. Convenient was Burger King, and convenient was Zesto's. This great nation is not set up for not eating meat, just like it is not set up to not be a war machine! I still wear leather. I am not perfect. I am not here to be Peta, to shove my lifestyle down your throat. Live and let live, baby.

I feel a great peace, this morning. For the last two days, I have been consumed by work. I have not had time write. I have not had time to think outside the box; but I am not complaining. The bills will not be as hard to pay this month, as they were last month; except for one thing: that damn air conditioner. I have two window units in this shotgun studio apartment of mine. One I only turn on when I am at my desk, and I don't turn it on all the time. The other is in the living room/bedroom area of the abode, and I leave that on 24/7, mostly on low. I do this as much for the animals, as for myself.

It is funny, if that is the word: there is a human out there, somewhere near by, groveling for food and listerine, and I am making sure not that he eats, not that he finds help in recovering from his addiction, but that my animals stay cool in this hot 90 degree plus Atlanta weather.

Do animals have soul?


All full at the inn

No new dogs,
and no new cats,
and no new turtles,
my abode is at capacity,
my vet bills are stretching me,
when I win the lottery
(which I refuse to play)
then I will take in more animals.

If you love somebody can you love somebody else?

There are more than one path to any destination.
There are more than one explanation to any truth.
There are more of me than meets the picture.
Should we all offer up a diamond ring when we are young,
and stay with the lady until we are old?
Is love a thing to be dictated by The Church and or State?
Don't you always need new sneakers, because the old ones wore out?

On the dance floor with Lady GaGa

Shut, shut, shut, shut your face,
don't open your mouth,
don't say another thing.

I'm way too insecure to hear
what you have to think,
what you have to think,
what you have to think,
why you got to open your mouth, anyway?

I'm way too insecure to hear,
I'm way too insecure to hear,
I'm way too insecure to hear
anything other than that which pleases me,

and you displease me,
you displease me,
you displease me
way too often.

Soften my feelings you say,
no way I say.

You displease me.
You displease me.
I'm way too insecure to hear.

Making love in a black out

There's room to dance
if I could just fit
into these pants,

I might find romance,
but I'll never sleep
with a model,

my behavior is normal,
these days,

I don't wake up in bed
next to strangers,
ask them where we met
and did we do anything,
last night, in the blackout
the blackout,

and, oh yeah, "what is your name?"

The days of our lives

If you ask most anyone about their lives
you will find that they are doing about the same
as they were doing the last time that you talked to them.

Their kids are fine.
Their husbands are fine.
Their ex-boyfriends are fine.

The good thing about this is that there is no earth shattering news,
like someone has cancer, or aids, so, as boring as things may seem,
you really have to be glad that normal means that nothing really lousy
is happening in someone's life.

Shut your mouth

I am capable of great love,
but I am also, still, capable of great stupidity,
not yet fully comprehending how magnificent
the advice of using restraint of tongue and pen is.

Who goes to Hell?
A column by K

The tattoo on his forehead said, "Born To Party." He had gotten it during a summer in which he had blacked out. In the fall, he had emerged from the "party" with a statement for all to see that proclaimed what his priorities in life were.

A body at work

Arthritic legs get tireder
than healthy legs,
arthritic hips get tireder
than healthy hips,

but what can you do,
but work your shift,
then go home.

Make it tough for Bernard

They should have cut Bernie's balls off,
and served them to his wife.
Why not, he cut the financial balls of many, many people.
I'll bet that the prison that he is in,
is the kind where he can spend money
to make himself comfortable
Rich guys don't wind up eating green bologna sandwiches,
while locked up is what I am betting.

This morning, before my swim, I asked the lifeguard about the earplug that I was contemplating plugging my water clogged ear with. She said that she knew nothing about ear plugs, that she had never had a clogged ear in the seven years that she swam competitively, and all her years in the water as a lifeguard. She tried to apologize for not knowing anything about ear plugs, but I wouldn't let her. It was stupid that I had assumed that, just because she was a life guard, that she would know everything about anything associated with water. I guess I thought that I could bring my rubber ducky down to the pool, and that she would inflate it for me.

I wonder if Michael Phelps has ever had a clogged ear from swimming?

After Lessons

After
his
swimming lesson
this one kid
in the pool
is screaming,
as his mother
tries
to
get
him
to
practice
what he learned
in his swimming lesson.

MOMMY. MOMMY. HELP ME!!
HE SCREAMS.

Who is going to hell?

Many of you know this, already, but my right ear is clogged with swimming pool water. I have poured hydrogen peroxide in my ear, I have dripped the swimmer's ear drops that I bought at the pharmacy into my ear. I have held a wet towel, heated for 20 seconds in the microwave, to my ear. I have banged on my head with my hand. I have laid sideways on the bed, with the clogged ear facing down. I have blow dried my ear. I have practically robbed banks, and ridden motorcycles across grand canyons trying to unclog this ear, and nothing has worked to free this water, and allow me to live an unclogged ear existence, once again. I have not held half a heated onion to my ear.

Today, I am scheduled to swim, (my scheduling) and I am being told that I should not swim, with a clogged ear, that I might further clog it. Can I put an earplug in my ear to overcome this risk? I am also being told that, after five days of clogginess, that my ear is at serious risk of being infected. Should I call my Doctor? Can she unclog it, as she checks to see if it is infected?

Do you know that EVERYONE has a solution for unclogging a swimming pool water clogged ear? I bet this is a result of the fact that all of us have had a clogged ear from swimming at one time or another...

My column, yesterday, titled "Does your dog have a soul?" brought responses that made me come up with the question "Who is going to hell?"

Rapists, serial killers, child molesters come to my mind, but I am sure that there are those of you out there that would say that that is just my judgmental thinking, my opinion of what are ultimate crimes, that a higher power could, and might, possibly, offer forgiveness to individuals who have so seriously violated the existence of another person.

I read the book, "The Shack," recently, and it dealt with this topic brilliantly.

I attended Catholic School, wore the uniform, and all that, from grades 1 to 5, and, if I remember correctly, the Nuns made it clear what was a sin, and what wasn't, what would put you in Hell, and what wouldn't, what would put you in Purgatory, and what wouldn't, but are/were the Nuns correct? Do they, and The Priests of The Catholic Church have the corner on the market of knowledge for what will put you in hell. Or do The Christian Preachers have such an authority?

What then of the religious leaders in the Islam faith, the Hindu faith, the Buddhist faith; I'm sure that they all have an opinion on where one goes, when one dies, and how one's actions, while alive, affect where one will go when dead, if one goes anywhere at all.

Do you go to hell, if you don't follow one particular religion's rules, and regulations? Who is going to hell?

Some fiction some fact

I want a vampire
to bite my neck.

I want to go 95
in a 55, and not
get caught.

I want to fall in love,
and have it never end.

I want to meet you,
a stranger, and make you
my friend.

Limited engagement

I have no food in the house; I need to go grocery shopping, but my mind is drawing a blank, and the only item that I can think to write down on my shopping list is cat food.

The mom of his kids

It's a money deal,
she doesn't care about the kids.
She's sold them before,
she'll sell them, again.

I don't understand some people;
I really don't.

Wrinkles R Us

We
can
control
sagging
aging
skin.

It is
as easy
as buying
their product.

Horse cop

Her horse is majestic,
and all the children want to pet it.

Bank Statement

I feel free, today, like I do every day that I don't have to go to work, where there is money in the house for groceries, and bills. I think that I have become a fairly simple man, when it comes to money; I don't need much, and I try to not want any.

It turns out that she is a passionate little love making machine

We will have "dated" for two months in three days.
There has not been much sex in the relationship.
We are "friends," she says, but, last night,
my friend got up on top of me and rode me
as if her life depended on it, sucking the cum
out of me, making me moan, and groan, ecstatically.
She laughed it off when I told her that she was
a great love maker. "There is only so much that
you can do," I think is what she said.

I will have to work on her attitude.
Ha ha.

No longer the free dumb

On the 4th of July, I used to bitch that were were all peasants,
slaves to big business, and the banks, that freedom was just
an illusion, that slavery had never left us; it had just changed
its form, and who it affected,

but, today, I feel free, so I have come to conclude that freedom
is greater than financial status, it is great than the job you have;
freedom exists in the mind, and you can set yourself free at any time.

July 4, 2009

Love, money and vampires

Suddenly, I am reading three books,
one about love
one about money
and one about vampires.

Which is more important, money or love,
and do you believe in vampires?

The choice is

If I don't pick up
I won't have to go
to rehab,
no,
no,
no.

If I don't use,
if I choose not to
drink, today;

I'm a winner,
yes,
yes,
yes.

What is more important, the dream or the dreamer?

I am trapped inside my mind.

From one perceived as an enemy, you can learn friendly things.

Pageants and parades

I've never been much of a joiner.
I don't like crowds.
They didn't elect me Prom King
when I was in high school.
I've never much been to parades,
and the ones that I went to
I didn't stay at for very long.
I don't like to go see Rock n Roll bands play,
anymore; it's gotten much too loud,
but that has nothing to do with pageants and parades.

What's your favorite coffee?

Yesterday, I asked you what your favorite sandwich was, and the responses were delicious! Today, I want to know what kind of coffee turns you on.

Currently I am drinking a Seattle's Best Organic Sumatra and I am digging it. It's a medium roast, full bodied, smells really yummy. I add Trader Joe's soy creamer to it, and Stevia Extract by Now, and I am home(in heaven!)

I'm drinking one cup, mostly, in the morning, maybe one later in the day. I used to have a coffee cup cemented to my mouth 24/7, but I found that I was getting tense(go figure.)

I love coffee. I became addicted to it, 17 years ago, when I gave booze.(Nice transition.)

Right now, I am mostly drinking my coffee at home. I love going out for coffee, though; we have a place in town called Java Lord's that ranks at the top of my fav places to have coffee. There are Caribou coffee houses, here in Atlanta, which I dig, and, of course, the mass of Star Bucks that everyone has. I don't do Starbucks, like I used to do Starbucks. The people who work there are usually great, but the coffee isn't as good as it used to be, and, for God's sake, who really, really likes any massive Corporate Adventure, and all that that usually means/brings?

What kind of coffee do you drink? What do you add to it, if anything, and where do you drink it? Come on coffee drinkers, fess up!

Mikel K

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My favorite sandwich used to be roast beef, on just about any bread, or chicken, or turkey, or liverwurst, or, or, or...and, now that I don't eat meat, anymore, my favorite sandwich is peanut butter with raspberry jam, mostly on a whole wheat bread, multi-grain, but, sometimes, I will have it on a nice fresh piece of French bread, and I find that yummy, too.

If you are a vegetarian, can you tell me about the sandwiches that you make, so that I may have greater options. Can you tell me, also, what your favorite veggie sandwich is, and if you make it at home, or if it is store bought. If you are a meat eater, will you tell me what your favorite sandwich is, so that I can hear what I am missing out on! Tell me, also, if you make it at home, or buy it out somewhere.

I just ate a lovely peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwich; I am satisfied, but I want to hear from you vegetarians about how I should proceed next, and I am curious as to whether you meat eaters have a favorite sandwich, and what that might be.

Sun sets smoothly,
another day is done.

How dare you

If you are not living
in the solution
then you are living
in the problem
I was once taught.
I think about this
as I contemplate
going back to bed
without trying to do
anything more about
my swimming pool clogged ear.
Your ear will still be
clogged when you wake
from your nap, certainly,
if you don't try
to do something.
I really hate when
anything interferes
with my naps.

Bundy is loud this morning, having been set off by a man with a dog walking near our neighbor as she got in her car to go to work. I understand that Bundy was being protective of our neighbor, and I am proud of him for being so, but there reaches a point where his protectiveness becomes a pain in my ass.

"Shut up, Bundy, shut up," I say to him. "Go home, go home," I tell him, trying to calm him, trying to shut him up.