Why I love you

As the years move slowly by

I sometimes stop and count the reasons why

I love you. I run out of fingers on both hands.

I run out of toes on my feet. And soon the reasons

are infinite why I love you.

Lost as a kid and lonely as an adult

I have found that family

mostly does not meet up

to my expectations.

The one I grew up in sucked.

My father was an asshole.

My kids mostly ignore me.

What can you do but keep on

keeping on?

You know what I’m talking about?

I’m not trying to be cool.

I am nobody’s fool.

I don’t march to the beat

of the same drummer

who I used to march to

when I was younger.

I have finally grown up.

I don’t drink wine from the cup.

Blah, blah, blah…if you are

around my age, you know what

I’m talking about.

Perhaps you choose to not be in my life

because you deny the role that I had in your life.

I wasn’t your father. I wasn’t your stepfather.

I was just a guy who loved you like you were my own.

“You get what you need.”

In addition to the shaking in my hands and arms that I have been experiencing, recently, I have started to have dizzy spells. Laying down helps for a bit, but after 15 or 20 minutes, after I have gotten back up, I start to get dizzy, again. I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday, and Joan and I have been discussing taking me to The Emergency Room before then.

Laying in the bed, I am once again, reminded of how important that one’s heath is. All the money in the world does you no good if you are invalid. I was going to get to go the zoo, today, with Joan’s beautiful grandbaby Ava Jean, and her handsome friend of the same age, Owen, along with my Joan, her beautiful and charismatic daughter, Terry Lynne, and Owen’s wonderful mom.

I’m really bummed to be missing this zoo trip. I love the zoo, and I would have loved to see the sunshine in the eyes of these two beautiful babies, who would be seeing lions and giraffes and polar bears for the very first time.

“You can’t always get what you want,” is a Mick Jaggar motto that I live by, but I do want my health.

A Morning Hug

As I hug her I say, “Thank you, Lord,”

for bestowing this woman up me.

She is pretty and smart, and can whip up

some fantastic eggs and potatoes with onions

in the kitchen. She smiles, as I say this, and gives

me a kiss on the forehead. Sometimes,

you eventually land in the right place

and one of the best things about this is that you know it.

Maybe we should set off a bomb in his jail cell

I don’t know how many people lost their legs as a result of the handiwork of The brothers Tsarnaev in setting off bombs at The Boston Marathon, recently.  I don’t know how many people hit by the bombs will suffer mental duress, for life, as a result of having been in the wrong place at the right time. I do know that these two cowardly pigs have forever ruined the lives of a great number of innocent people with their mean and evil act of setting off bombs amongst the folks at The Boston Marathon.

What should be the punishment for the cowardly Tsarnaev brother who turned himself in? Is the death penalty enough? Is there a way to keep him alive in pain? It seems unfair that he gets to live in prison, live the prison life, while three folks died, and a countless number of others. Does the death penalty fix anything? Is it a deterent? Is it administered unfairly.

Every day I see new stories about folks who have lost their legs

as a result of The Boston Bombings. Every day I think of the mental anguish that these and other folks hit by the bombs are going through. It is not fair. It sucks. It pisses me off.

Fuck you Dzhohkar Tsarnaev you low life piece of shit.

It really is an insane world that we live in. We invade other countries, supposedly to give the other countries freedom.

American Corporations may be the only ones to profit from such

behavior, their freedom being the almighty dollar. We got bombed last week showing us that we are no longer free from attack on our

own soil. Is there a tit for tat somehow in this?

President Bush opened his Presidential Library, yesterday, patting himself on the back for the lousy job that he did when he was the boss. I was amazed to hear President Carter praise President Bush. Honey please.

It is 3:30 am. I have been up since 2:30 am. Such an early rising is what happens, often, when I go to bed at 7:45 pm. When I was younger, I used to stay up until one or two a.m. These days I am in bed between 8 pm and 9. I like the early morning hours. There is something pure about them. It is as if the rest of the world is asleep and I am awake, alone with my thoughts.

My dogs, Morisson and Dylan, and my black cat, Jaggar, followed me out of the bedroom and into this home office of mine moments after I rose this a.m. Though Jaggar is basically a very unaffectionate cat: he won’t let anyone pet him; he does follow me around the house most of the day. When I go to the basement, I always hear the pitter patter of his little feet coming down the stairs after me. When I use the bathroom, he pushes in the door and rubs his body against my ankles. My dogs live in this room with me. Their loyalty is amazing and rewarding.

I am very happy to be alive this morning. Life is the most precious gift that we have. I hope that you have a great day.

Mikel K

Mableton April 26, 2013

Keep your crotch to yourself

She’s famous which doesn’t stop her

from being an asshole or from shooting

crotch shots at those who don’t particularly

want to see her crotch.

Jelly Fish be gone

I have not been to the beach

in a while, but I know that the

sand and suds await me, that

there are some special shells

who want me to find them.

I never wanted to be a tree

The leaves on the trees

that I can see from my

window sway like a couple

doing the salsa and as with

the dancers the leaves emit

a beauty that moves me.

I’ve never wanted to be a tree

but I have wanted to learn

how to dance.

1. Mikel K Poet
   
   A few seconds ago near Atlanta
   
   .
   
   The Revolution will not be pathetic and evil
   
   I’m not sure what to write about, but I am going to write for fifteen minutes and
   see what comes out. The words do not flow from me manically like they always have. I think that a new pill that I started recently has robbed much, if not all, of
   ... my ability to create. I am not freaking out about this, though. I have faith that the muse will return.
   
   Karen Carpenter is singing, “Don’t you remember you told me you loved me baby; said you’d be coming back this way again, baby.” as Jaggar, my mostly
   unaffectionate black cat, lays passed out in the window to my room. Jaggar and my other cat, Kobain, love to lay in the window sill of open windows: lazy cats they are; lazy.
   
   I used to be anti-death penalty, but in the case of this kid in Boston who killed three and blew the legs off many, I think he has lost his right to exist. Why should he get three square meals after doing such a horrifying thing? I wish his brother had lived so that he could be killed. It is a sick, sad, world sometimes. I cannot believe how evil these two were. What were they thinking? The Revolution will not be started in such a sick manner. The Revolution will be one of peace and love. Someday, I will start the revolution.
   
   Mikel K
   My 15 Minutes R Up

A chilly day in late April

It’s chilly out there, this morning,

I discovered on a brief walk

across the front yard with the dogs.

The cold does not affect the happiness level

of the birds. They chirp happily as my feet

move through the wet grass.

To be free

To be free, you don’t have to be flying.

You don’t have to be sailing across the sea.

You can be standing right where you are

a non-superstar and all. 

24/7

I’m having Bloody Marys for breakfast

beer for lunch and Jack Daniels for dinner.

My drinking buddies think I’m a winner

my wife is going to leave me says I’m a sinner.

Gin and burgers are legal

Smoke pot? Why not?

Because it’s illegal

like growing fresh fruit

and vegetables in the city.

What a pity. Who made

these laws, and why?

Who’s to blame?

She eats fast food in the hood

because all they offer in the hood is shit.

She gets the free wheelchair that

the tv commercial tells her about

and thinks that she is doing good. 

If you’ll let me I’ll get my lips near me

 If you’ll let me I’ll get my lips near me.
 I’m a little different but you shouldn’t fear me.
 I’m not going to set off bombs in a public place
 Get too close to me I won’t throw acid on your face.
 Sometimes, I’m a disgrace for even thinking.
 We’re all making evaluations based on imperfect knowledge
 even if you went to college you still don’t know what’s up.
 What’s up? What’s up?
 I turned out to be nothing
 not even lint on my belly button.
 What’s up? What’s up?
 What determines who you are: your job, or your car?
 Should you live a life of thought, or should you just live?
 Give it up. Give it up.

It’s what I do

I wait around for others

to make decisions: dogs,

cats, a bird, a gold fish,

a turtle; not to mention

the love interest, who also

waits around for me to

make decisions. No collisions

in a long while: the planets

have lined up to favor us.

I’ve got everything that I want.

The key to needs is to not want.

Breathtaking is this analyses.

I wonder if I have thought it before.

Your heroes are not always heroes

Put up a parking lot.
The Angels went on the nod.
I forgot what I bought.
I forgot what I had to say.
My dad would have said,
“It didn’t matter anyway.”

If I was a vagabond flying a plane

 looking to sow my seeds

 what would it mean if I told you

 that I was corrupt?

And if I should die before supper time

please give my dinner to my dogs.

Better than LSD

I had taken the dogs out to the front yard to piss

and I was, again, struck by the beauty of our azalea bushes.

I made the analogy that the azaleas gave to me the same beauty

that lsd had given to me when I was way younger than I am today.

Then I realized that lsd never delivered like these bushes do

for beauty, that most of our lsd was spiked with strychnine. 

You’re not God and neither am I

I don’t want to hear your take on politics

or the world situation. I don’t want to hear

your dire predictions of where the country

is headed. I want to hear that you went to

a meeting, and that you have another day sober.

It is time for you to let the ones who are supposed

to run the show, run the show. You have been

running it for a long time, now, and look

where it got you. 

Not such a dope deal

He’s a nice enough guy but the bag of pot that I got from him

was about the smallest quarter ounce of dope that I have ever

gotten from anyone.

All love is not equal

I love you

but I choose

to love you

from a distance.

Looking in the mirror I want to see you not me

I want to be on the TV.

I want to be in the movies.

I want to be everywhere but here.

Guys who have committed suicide,

or even some who have just died from

normal solutions, have robbed me of

the opportunity of sitting down with

them one night and shooting the shit

about our work. I mean I don’t think

that any of them were out to directly

get me, or you either. That’s just what

went down and we have to take life as

it comes along, and not bitch and scream

all the time.

Your celestial pass came locked in a glass

and since you couldn’t get the ticket to pass

you lived the rest of your life in abject misery.

My black cat, Jaggar, meows wildly at me

every time that I leave the kitchen. He wants

something. He wants food. He wants food

and he wants me to fix it for him. Ain’t going

to happen. You two cats get a wet snack treat

first thing in the morning, and there is a bowl

of dry food on top of the drier, where the dogs

can’t get to it, but you can. And that’s all you get.

Period. End of story. Not up for debate. Have a

pleasant tomorrow. See ya!

There on the floor

The cat has no fear of me.

I can kick it. I can throw an iron at it.

I can hit it with a chair, or a hammer

and it will just lay there on the floor.

Pay them your taxes

and give them your children

to go off to their wars and die; why?

PR doesn't dictate the final score

They keep saying

that they are the best

in the world, but they

keep getting beaten

by the other guy.

Epitath

I’ve been skinny

and I’ve been fat.

I’ve been down

and I’ve been out.

I’ve been locked up

bailed out sentenced

and done time. I’ve

been happy and  I’ve been sad.

I haven’t gained fame

or fortune, but I have acquired

wisdom and it is saving my life

as sure as the day that I will die

is getting closer.

I’m on board a ship

that I don’t know

is sinking. My meal

is exquisite little do I know

that it’s my final supper.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

I used to care about grass

now I don’t want the dogs

pissing on my lawn. 

Basketball star Dennis Rodman is planning to head back to North Korea and “just hang and have some fun” with North Korean Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un, who he says “just wants to be loved.” Rodman is a moron of the highest degree. Kim Jong Un is making nuclear threats against the U.S. and Rodman is going to drop in to do jello shooters with the deranged North Korean. Honey Please. 

Hey Joan and I just signed a deal whereby we bring two lions

 into our home for a year. If the lions haven't eaten everything

 we get what's left. Joan was a little hesitant, but I talked her

 into it.

I find myself saying, “Why you stupid stinking of poop type person; you are the worst thing on the planet, worse than stepping on gum on a sidewalk in the summer.”

And just minutes ago I was thinking how forgiveness is such a great thing, and I ought to star doling out some of it myself.

The Optimist

I’m eating some sort of a frozen bar that Joan says

only has 70 calories. The fucking thing is good. I bet

I am swallowing 7,000 calories. I’ll be fat, again, in

no time.

Looks like you are locked up forever, again

You got more chances than they say a cat got lives.

You outlived cancer.

You got you a new liver.

You’re still drinking and smoking

like you’re 17 and got forever to live.

You ain’t got forever to live.

And, now, I find myself wondering

why I’m wasting my time on how you want to live.

Live on, Fella. Have a happy, great life!

Historically, I have not been the world’s biggest forgiver. I rather let time take away all that was bad about a situation. After I haven’t seen folks in a while, I can’t even remember what I was mad about in the first place. And, hopefully, neither can they!

These was big men. And there was big money on the stage.

And each one of them had come to win. Win, no matter what.

These men would kill you to win, whoever you were that got in

their way or could enable them onto the victory. They were like characters out of a Bob Dylan song, Bob singing on one of this

recent cds.

You know what I’m going to do about it? I’m going to stay out of it. I’m going to bite my tongue, and take a run from the scene of the accident. Don’t help to make me be another skeleton that didn’t have to die today.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

I usually, passionately, hate the rain. The rain gets in the way of everything who I am, everything that I am doing, everyone who I might want to be. But the rain helps turn our seeds into seedling, and those seedlings into baby plants that grow up to be healthy adults who give us tomatoes, and peppers, and green beans, and watermelon etc.

Oh those who died having really lived

are better off than those that only went through

the motions.

This feeling of love

So can I emit this 24/7

needing no reason

other than it feels good

to feel good?

Has your Facebook slowed way down over the last several days?
Does it take you a long time to load your homepage? Are you almost ready to start shooting an A-47 into bags of potatoes.
Give Ireland back to the Irish.

This chick is drinking a bunch of me ginger ale.

And she said that she didn’t like sodas.

1. We've got ants in the kitchen. They are a real pain in the ass, not evil like cockroaches, but mean like a girl who you are in love with for forever, who ain't never gonna be in love with you.

1. Some airline is advertising, "No blackout points." Does that mean that if you drink yourself beyond oblivion, there will be no punishment for not remembering a thing?

Good for you. And you are still trying. Way to go.

Don't quit a four the miracle

I wonder how life would have felt

if I had lived it as a successful golfer?

Our Bird, Dolcinea, thinks she is Gracie. She thinks that she is Mick. That she is Axl. That she thinks that she is Elton. She thinks that she is Janis, and on and on. Our baby wants to be everybody’s baby. She wants to put a song in your heart, an unforgettable image in every mind. She’s your kind, this bird. And mine.

I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

 I saw you. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.

To help him

I got an air pladia.

He kept saying, “I got

an air pladia,” and we

didn’t know what the

fuck he was talking about

so we threw him in

solitary confinement

to help him with his speech.

What could it be?

It could be the very first shit of a Martian

left here, on a recent visit, by an alien.

The problem of the plastic containers has long plagued us. We have plenty of them, but most all of them don't match, rendering them useless. So Joan took charge of things and handed me every plastic container that did not work.  It feels good to be near plastic-less, but we did buy a big box of plastic containers. We can't stay away from plastic. I bought two glass casserole type bowls, yesterday, and I am glad that I did. I have heard that plastic can be bad for you.--K

Fiction?

Never been much of a beginner

always jumped into the game

somewhere far above the start.

Never rolled joints.

Always smoked a bowl.

Never drank just one beer, sometimes,

a case was nearly not enough.

It was a messy divorce.

Pure love had disintegrated into brutal hatred.

There was no money; it was the children

over whom they fought, bitterly.

I almost hit the door,

but I had been there

many times before

and I didn’t want to

go that way no more.

Now that he’s blown his mind,

he’s coming to make you think.

The epic of an era. The most famous

thing in his own mind. Blind. Bland.

Perfect Choice

The label should have warned you,

but it didn’t, and now you’re standing

in aisle 17 of the supermarket, 

covered in blood, full of pain.

Poetry schmoetry

When I first put poetry in my mouth

I should have spit it out. Such a useless

endeavor ; doesn’t help pay the bills.

Such a useless endeavor: you think that

you are getting something done, but you’re not.

Such a useless endeavor.

Such a useless endeavor.

It s dark outside the sun

is long gone. Another day

has ended, and I won’t pretend,

my friend that it was not another

good day of life. God Bless You.

It might throw you over some wicked sick end.

This is gone. You’re done, dickhead. Piss on yourself,

and Piss on your grave, I will after I turn you in.

Does he get the kid?

I meant to tell her Goodness gracious, girl, you look fine

but I relapsed on stupid behavior, and said, instead,
“Look at the fat, horrifyingly stupid woman that sits
in front of me. Is she not grotesque? Give me my son, bitch?

Not much leeway

You thought that you was big cash

but really you wasn’t  capable enough o nothin’.

There. There are my charms. Fall

into my arms and embrace me, brother.

I just got a hat, a baseball hat of some sort, advertising something that I wasn’t aware of. They were probably one of those big corporations that spend all their time trying to figure out how to ruin the world. And, now, thru ignorance, I was wearing their mark of the beast of my shoulders. Fuck. At least I wasn’t wearing a bra. Be thankful for that. 

Man the window is open

and the space heater has been taken

back down to the basement. I feel like

I am in Paradise City.

I think somebody is watching me

and that if I type certain words

onto this computer, they are going

to bust me for free thinking. 

And you do it day after day

What can put you in that pub

an hour before lunchtime, and

keep you there until they kick you out

when they are closing at 4 a.m.

They were sure that he had buried something significant, the other night. They could tell by the glint in his eye that was lit by the parking lot light. And they had thought it to be one of the family’s cats or dogs. Nope, it was the kid’s grandma. He had hacked her apart in the kitchen, filling 147 bags with the bones, and body of his grammi. His plan had been to cook one, and then eat what was inside, once a day for 147 days. The kid had no trouble in school, was making A’s and B’s, all along. We’ll never know why it happened. He will never talk. God save us all.

‘Cept for Alice

Everything is possible at the supermarket.

Dreams can come true at the supermarket.

You can get everything you need, at the supermarket.

You can get a man to be your chaperone, at the supermarket.

He’ll take you groceries to your car if store policy lets him.

You can get a can of tuna, some lettuce, and some of that

fattening ravioli that come in a can. You can get ice cream.

You can get white grapes, and a bag, or two, of peanuts.

You can get most anything, cept for Alice.

I've got to clean the fookin' bird cage.

 Do they market a bird that cleans up after themselves?

The Complacent Kind

How far into the darkness should you wander

knowing that such wandering could get you killed?

How far into the darkness should you wander

 knowing that such wandering could get you killed?

A pack of cigarettes.

An extra drink, or two, before driving.

Into the bed of a woman taken, and you are taken, too.

The Police took the two of you to the morgue.

Her husband wasn’t the complacent kind.

How far into the darkness should you wander

knowing that such wandering could get you killed?

I still need to do the dusting. Man, I hate dusting.
And the microwave buzzer keeps going off, it's obnoxious,
and it won't stop until I get my raspberry zinger herbal tea
out of it. I hate when I create my own problems. Life would
just be so much more sensible to not do things that way.

There is a song bird singing outside my window. I don't know if she is serenading our bird, Dolcinea, or me, or one of the dogs who sleep on the floor below me. I do know that the bird's song is awesome, and inspiring. Tweet, tweet, little bird. Tweet. Tweet.

Whose star does he lay his head on?

I’m sleeping on a sidewalk in Hollywood

almost made it; just this pavement between me

and my dreams.

Unhook me

I just consumed an orange beverage of some sort.
It was really good. I know that it was bad for me.
Can I do a dozen Our Fathers and Hail Marys to be
off the hook?

Hit the road running

I wasn’t sure what I was looking at,

but it sure felt evil.

Some things have beauty in them.

Some things don’t. I’m always happiest,

no matter what I am doing, or who I am with.

Gosh

Gosh, out of anywhere that we could have landed,

we landed here. You and I, as close as two people

can be, on the internet.

Mikel K

She’s still a tough little punk girl

though she long ago gave away her doc martens.

She was never a skinhead, but close.

She wasn’t a good one to fuck with.

I live on Love St.

Girl. Dogs. Cats.

A bird and a turtle.

Sort of A Partridge Family’

without the Partridge

and in the future.

I’m blessed to have found serenity.

Keep coming back.

It works if you work it.

Mikel K

The Sad Truth

Some people live miserable lives.

You can see it in their desires,

You can see it in their fantasies.

you can see it their eyes.

Writing poems or folding clothes which is more important?

I take a break from writing poems

to fold a basket of clothes, now wondering

to myself which is more important.

Bew ewh boop

Bew ewh boop she is singing this morning

no music in the player; just a solo songstress

letting it all go. Optimistic, because of her happy mood,

I try to get her to walk onto my hand,

but she wants to bite it not step up onto it.

Oh well, I will just have to enjoy her sing

and not experience the joy having her on my hand can bring.

Up to this point I had thought that maybe

I should be an accountant

The first F that I ever made in any class

was in Cost Accounting my junior year of college

the first time that I went to college. I was

so hungover, so depressed from three years

of near nightly “partying” that I couldn’t think straight.

Cost Accounting is not the class to take if you can’t

think straight.

I must have been insane

to choose to be a poet

I should have been an accountant

or a carpenter.

Quirky Lil Thing

The Bird prefers to stay inside her cage

except when Joan stick her hand in there

and says come out. The Bird will not

come out via my hand, but she will let Joan

hand her to me. 

What makes my cats happy

I changed the cats’ kitty litter, yesterday

never a real fun job, but, also, never as bad

a job as I think it’s going to be. I am sure that

the cats are happy to have clean litter to poo in

and what makes my cats happy makes me happy, too.