Are you ever on another person's page, but you think it's yours and you can't understand the comments that people are leaving for "you?!" Or have you looked for something you posted, and you can't understand why it's not there and it turns out that you posted it to someone else's page. And they are going why the fuck did he post a how to make sushi video on my page?!!!
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
- I am up at 5am hand feeding The Bird, and one of the dogs, Penni, blueberries. Penni and The Bird share a love for blueberries, and roasted peanets. The peanuts I deshell for the bird, and feed her just the nut, while the dog likes to get the whole peanut.
Joan started my day by giving me one of those good sugar kisses that she gives to me so often. Janis Joplin once sang that, "You only gotta do one thing well, You only gotta do one thing well to make it in this world, babe. You got a woman waiting for you there, All you ever gotta do is be a good man one time to one woman And that'll be the end of the road, babe."
I am blessed.
Monday, March 25, 2013
When a good thing is not a good thing
I avoided jelly beans, yesterday, and this is a major
accomplishment because my name is Mikel, and I am
addicted to jelly beans. I don’t just eat one or two, or
three or four, if a bag of them comes my way, around
Easter, or any other time of year, I eat the whole bag.
And I am diabetic, so this is not a good thing.
Distinct
The cat who never shows me any affection seems to be dead
upon my foot, having passed into a deep slumber with my toes as his pillow. He
is a strange little cat: not affectionate in any of the conventional cat ways.
He was found in a Mc Donald’s drive through lane, with his chest caved in,
lying next to his dead mother. He was brought to the vet that I was taking my animals
to at the time. The vet folks taking care of him used to carry him out to me to
let me say hello and see how he was doing. One day they said, “He is ready to
go home. Do you want him?”
Of course I wanted him, and I still want him, now, about six
years later, even though he will not much let me even pet him. Each of our
animals requires a distinct kind of love.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
He’s been screwing people
He’s been screwing people
for years: started out as a
pot dealer; shorted every bag
that he ever sold. And then he
went on to selling cars, and
opening restaurants. He screwed
folks, hard, in both ventures.
Before he died, he gave all his money
to the Vatican, and The Pope says
that this guy is going to Heaven.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Sugar Free Suckers
There were three orange sugar free suckers on top of the
pantry where I had put them. I walked up to them and said, “I think I’ll have
an orange one.” The candies looked at each other like I was rather strange, but
it didn’t matter I took one of them and put it in my mouth leaving the other
two trembling in fear.
Silly Girl
When I saw you standing in the back of the room
I knew that I was going to be your groom.
And when everyone else was gone, you were still there
so I knew that you knew it, too. It hasn’t been all easy,
but there is nowhere else that I would rather be
than in your arms, experiencing your charms, knowing
that you won’t pull no false alarms.
Silly Girl some here I’m so glad that you could stay.
Oh Silly Girl tell me again how you’ll never go away.
Silly Girl oh Silly Girl be with me every night and day.
When I saw you standing in the back of the room
I knew that I was
going to be your groom.
And when everyone
else was gone, you were still there
so I knew that you
knew it, too. It hasn’t been all easy,
but there is nowhere
else that I would rather be
than in your arms, experiencing your charms, knowing
that you won’t pull
no false alarms.
Silly Girl some here I’m so glad that you could stay.
Oh Silly Girl tell me again how you’ll never go away.
Silly Girl oh Silly Girl be with me every night and day.
I’ll take out the trash. I’ll make that cash. I’ll never
bash you.
I’ll take out the trash. I’ll make that cash. I’ll never
bash you.
Silly Girl some here I’m so glad that you could stay.
Oh Silly Girl tell me again how you’ll never go away.
Silly Girl oh Silly Girl be with me every night and day.
Prospecting for an Anne-Marie Mikel Song.
You
This is more than I want to say
but that’s ok I’ve got to say it anyway
I can never forget you. I can’t live
without you. I can never let you go.
You are my sun and you are my moon.
You are my yin and my yang.
You’re what puts a smile on my face
in the morning, keeps it there all day,
You are what lets me fall to sleep
at night with that smile still on my face.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
A philosophy not yet fully developed to live by
Yesterday, don’t matter if it’s done.” Or
“You can’t cry over spilled milk,” or “Tuesday’s Gone…”
“That which doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger.”
“It is always darkest before the dawn,” which I got from
a fortune cookie are the mottos, and songs, and thoughts
that I try to live by. And when I live by them, I am happy.
Peaceful and Kind
Soon we can sit comatose in our chairs forever
glued to what we are glued to now. If it is love
that we are glued to let it be love that we embrace,
now and forever, and if there are killing weapons,
and killing minds on the planet then let the angels
take them away or change them into something
peaceful and kind.
Once More
You might have better luck
but I took a punch to the head
on the left and on the right
and then I hit the ground.
You might have better luck
but I wound up in jail
on the floor eating
their scrambled eggs for breakfast
and their baloney for lunch
I don’t know what they had
for dinner but I had seen the judge
and was out and on my way
to the bar once more
forgetting what I had promised The Lord
pleading with him to get me out
and I would never drink no more.
He’s the ice cream man, baby
I was a poor boy on the poor side of town
one day I saw a bank robbery go down
one of the bank robbers waved at me
said get in the car and away we went yippee.
First we stopped at the ice cream store
and we gave the owner so much money
that the kids in the neighborhood never had to
pay for ice cream no more.Then we go arrested
with ice cream on our shirts and went to jail
for a very long time.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Things ain’t gonna be the
same
Things ain’t gonna be the
same
if you say goodbye to me
and walk out that door.
Things ain’t going to be the
same
if you leave me and hook up
with
what’s his name.
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
Things ain’t going to be the
same
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
You said you’d never leave
me.
You said we’d be together for
forever.
Now things ain’t the same
because
I hooked up with what’s her
name
for what turned out to be
just one night
and you say that you are
going to leave me.
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
Things ain’t going to be the same
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
If I could turn back the
hands of time
I would. If I could do it
over I wouldn’t do what I did.
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
Things ain’t going to be the
same
Things ain’t going to be the
same.
Please don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me.
An Amp K Tune
Oh Heavenly Father
Oh Heavenly Father
look what you have done
you gave us the earth
and we have run her
into the ground.
Oh Heavenly Father
you gave us free will
and look what we have done
too many of us are starving.
Oh heavenly father
oh Heavenly father
please guide us to a place
of greater sanity.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Weather.com is saying that we are having a severe
thunderstorm
here in Mableton.
Joan just turned off her computer. She doesn't like the risk that it could be
zapped by some lightening. I must keep the lines of communication open. Three
years ago a storm hit this house where we're living in sin and tore its roof
off. I hope that that doesn't happen tonight. Soldier on, Comrades.
I am looking forward to doing a drug more than I have ever
looked forward to doing a drug, and there was a time in my life when I did look
forward to doing an assortment of drugs, but this drug isn’t the same as those
old drugs I used to do. This one is for arthritis. It is supposed to take the
arthritic pain in my hip away, and hopefully the arthritis pain in my right
knee, and lower back, also. Don’t expect miracles, I think. And do find out if
it is addictive. It’s not a narcotic. It’s an anti-inflammatory.
Mikel K
Friday, March 15, 2013
I’m through being through
I’m through being through.
I’m saying no to no.
Looking for a good time
after all the bad times I been through.
I give the devil his due.
He sure can cause pain and suffering
for me and for you,
but it ain’t something I’m fixing to do
with the time I got left.
I’m going to do my best, that’s all I can do.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
What do you want man?
The pharmacy called
and I bet they are calling
because they got a call
from another pharmacy
telling them that I was
no long doing business
with them. The guy left
a voice mail asking me
to call him but he didn’t
say why. He didn’t say why.
What the fuck do you want?
What the fuck do you want?
Monday, March 11, 2013
Are there still kids in their twenties?
The answer is yes.
And they act much like
kids did when we were
in our twenties. Gravity
does not defy us. Nor
does it define us. I never
rode a skateboard as a kid
and you won’t catch me
on one now. I’ve broken
my collar bone once
and I have broken one pinkie.
That’s enough.
Can I have everything you have, and more?
I want the beaches the far reaches of your heart
and soul. I want your now, your yesterday, your tomorrow.
I don’t want to have
to beg, or borrow, you. I want you
here and now. I want
you for forever and beyond.
I want you at the river. I want you by the pond.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Now is as good a time as any
Now is as good a time as any
so why not get started?
Now is as good a time as any
to leave the old behind
and become something new.
Now is as good a time to wear
a smile instead of a frown.
Now is the time to leave the past behind
and get into the now. Don’t worry about
tomorrow. Tomorrow will become today
and everything will be a.o.k.
I forgive you
I’m thinking about starting a forgive you business.
People would tell me what they did, and for a price
I would forgive them. The cost would depend on the
severity of the crime. Murderers would have to pay
more than the kid who stole his best friend’s pot and
slept with his best friend’s girlfriend.
Love is more important than poetry
I remember when I moved in with her
that I used to get irritated with her
when she would interrupt me
when I was in the middle of writing a poem.
What she had to say did not seem as important
as the work at hand.
Somewhere, in the near year that I have lived
in sin with her, I have come to realize that
love is more important than poetry.
The time of another precious day.
I still bitch about things
mostly in my mind these days
like about the time my son sat on the bench
a lot while a number of coaches’ sons
and a daughter played.
Like about the time the cop called me
off of a private lawn to bust me
for public consumption of a single beer.
Like about the time I spun donuts in the parking lot
and got busted for my only dui.
Sometimes, I blame you. Sometimes, I blame me
but all I do is waste the time of another precious day.
I do
Sometimes I feel like I could throw a baseball
a hundred miles an hour, standing in the kitchen
with a lemon in my hand.
But I can’t.
Sometimes, I think that I could throw a football
the length of a football field standing in front of
the refrigerator with a head of cabbage in my hand.
But I can’t.
Sometimes I feel like I could strip an engine
while watching cars race around an oval on the tv.
But I can’t.
Sometimes I feel like I could write a best-selling book.
But I haven’t.
Sometimes I feel like I could teach the world to sing
and that song would be one of peace and love but I can’t
get the world to sing anything.
Mostly I feel like I can love my family and friends and I
do.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Our frog, Ringo, passed last night. We are saddened by his
departure but rest assurred that he is in Frog Heaven because he was a good frog. Goodbye Ringo. We Love You, and
Miss You.
Your Family
We have been trying to figure out why he passed. Painted
Chubby Frogs are supposed to live five years, and this one only made it about
five months. It is 76 degrees in this room, which is supposed to be good for
him, so I don't think the cold got him. He was well fed, well watered. I guess
some beings are just not meant to live in captivity.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Another Bukowski wannabe
There are hordes of them out there
influenced by the guy who used to get drunk
and beat his wife, (on camera even)
influenced by the guy who gets drunk
and spews hate. I lived like that when I was young
and had never heard of Charles Bukowski.
I’m lucky that I am not dead, or that
I didn’t kill someone else in a blackout. These days
I wish that I had never read a single poem
of the dirty old man’s because all of the love and heart
and soul that were in them seem to be a crock
of shit when you watch him, in person, in the movie.
Friday, March 1, 2013
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