Saturday, August 31, 2013

Beer Tear

You shed a tear
after your 15th beer
but on beer no. 12
you hit your girlfriend
and as you started
on beer 16 the cops
knocked on your door.
You never got to drink
that beer. You never
saw your girlfriend again

except in court. 
Free as a river flows

Free as a river flows
I didn’t know where
I was going
but I knew where I’d been
and I was never going back
there again.
Seems like this bit needs
a few more words, but I ain’t got
nothing else to say.
Free as a river flows
I didn’t know where
I was going
but I knew where I’d been
and I was never going back

there again.
I no longer crave the limelight

but the words deserve the light of day.
I thought I was a bad ass

then I got my ass kicked
in 1983. Man that loud mouth
kicked the shit out of me,
but I learned a lesson
I couldn’t have learned
any other way.
Don’t write a check with
your mouth that your ass
can’t pay. It’s an old saying
but it finally made sense that day.
I was beat and bloody,
but I could have been killed.
I thought I was a bad ass,
but I wasn’t. That was my

last fight and I got all my teeth, today.

Friday, August 30, 2013

I like to take pictures, 
but I have no interest
in being a photographer.
I like to drive cars
but I have no interest
in being a mechanic.
I love going to the library
but I wouldn't want to be
a librarian.
I like going to the movies
but I don't want to be an
actor.
If I could sing, I would.
Mistaken

I was wrong wrong wrong

but I felt right right right.
Infinite Love

When my love
met your love
our love became
more love.
One love plus
one love equals

infinite love.

Mikel K

Thursday, August 29, 2013

They say "billions sold," so I suppose that means
billions made off the back of folks getting $7.25
an hour. The billionaires would jack up the price
and make us pay for the pay raise when they could
well take a pay cut themselves. How much is enough
and why should a small percentage of folks have all
the money?--Mikel K
Its over a million miles to the beginning
so we better get started. We better check
the oil, and all the hoses, and take a look
at those tires. A rose on the dashboard
for the lady and on the road we will go.

They never get to the bottom of it
The Blue Hole is much deeper than
any of us.

Loser was the only thing
he had painted on his shirt.
And as I was about to get
in a fight with him, I thought
about this. I had a lot to lose.


The Lord is bigger than a judge
but when you are standing in front
of the judge, the judge is the man.



Well, I just ate the last of my pot stickers; dipped it in pot sticker sauce and ate it in three bites. It was good. Better than on Sunday when the Chinese man served it to me with 7 others: they smelled kind of funky, and I have never gotten eight pot stickers before. It’s like they killed the pig and fed it all to me. You couldn’t lock them up for killing too much chicken to put it on your Mongolian Beef. No sir. That dinner portion got lunch portion of meats at that Chinese Restaurant with the dirty men’s bathroom. But I was
glad to have it, on account of we’re so poor and all.

Joan said I could have her leftover soup, sizzling rice soup, I think it was, it had chicken in it as well as huge, tasty shrimp. This restaurant might have blown the pot stickers, and the mongolian chicken, but they hit a home run with their soup.


After sipping on some of the broth to check the temperature, the next thing I put on my spoon was a large half of a very tasty mushroom. I don't usually care either way about broccoli, but the broccoli that was soaked in this soup since Sunday was excellent. Thanks Joan for giving me your soup!!




Onstage, he always seemed like there was an urgency
to the work, but there wasn't. He was saying nothing
new. He was saying nothing, and people were buying it.

I'm eating some grape-like things,
that Joan brought home, yesterday,
but they are not grapes. I used to
not like them, years ago, but now
find the red ones, especially, tasty.

They’re a big band. They still sell  lots of t shirts, but
their music has sucked for years.





They’re a big band.They still sell 
lots of t shirts,
but their music has sucked for years.
Shake

Shake my body.
Shake my booty.
Shake my heart

and soul.
Other than our own

I don’t remember cheating.
Started out at a bar
woke up in her arms
in a bed other than our own.
Didn’t know what her name was.
Didn’t know what we had done.
Good thing you were out of town
on business. Maybe you did some
cheating of your own.
I better be careful what I wish for

I want to be the next big thing.
I want to experience all the things
that money and fame can bring.
I want photographers hanging out
at my front door, don’t want to be

anonymous no more. 

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


Whatchamacallit

She came home crying
told her roommate that
I didn’t love  her,

but that wasn’t true at all.
Highway Song

I thought that that last shit that I took
would last but it didn’t; I got to go again
or I’m going to shit my britches. Ain’t
no fun to be on the highway when you

need to be in the head.
I need a place to hide.

I wonder if they can find me.
I’m going to try to hide in plain sight.
Dress like them. Talk like them.
Walk like them. Work the same job as them.
I wonder if they’ll figure it out
that I’m not like them.

I just need a place to hide.

Things don’t always go down the way you want them to

Have you ever felt like something
big was about to happen, but it didn’t?
Have you ever felt like love was
about to come, but it never arrived?
Have you ever felt like every dog
gets its day, but it doesn’t?
Have you ever wanted steak
but wound up eating chicken bologna?
Have your heroes ever let you down?
Have your dreams ever turned into nightmares?

I wish that I had a solution, but I don’t.
Politician

He was just out for himself
but he shook your hand
and looked you in the eye like
he loved you and would

look out for your wife and family.
I don’t believe

I don’t believe in Christmas.
I don’t believe in Halloween.
I don’t believe in The Easter Bunny.

I don’t believe in much at all.
Distraction

We’re going to send our troops
into another war and all we can do
is look at and talk about some kid’s

bad behavior on the video music show.
No one but me

You must have taken me
for someone other than me.
You must have mistaken me
for that other guy.
I ain’t out to hurt no one.
I’m just trying to get by.
I write a song every once in awhile

but I don’t sing it to no one but me.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Seems like things have gotten meaner.

Seems like days are longer
and pay checks are shorter

than they ever been
Baby said she could walk on water.
I had to jump in the water and save her.
She was barely floating, treading water

 in the deep end without a life preserver. 
Next Time

Next time, if you call again
I’ll answer.
Next time, if you come over
I won’t yell at you, again.
Next time, you won’t walk
out the door.
Next time we won’t say
this is the end.
Next time, will next time

ever come again?
So alone

I’m not into crowds
so don’t be trying to

get close to me.
Your felony police record

There’s always a first time
and since I screwed it up
the last time, I ain’t in any
hurry to screw it up again.
I’ve done my time, paid
my fine, done the probation
and community service work
man I feel like such a jerk
but they don’t write that on

your felony police record.
When I quit cheating

I quit cheating
when I quit drinking

and that was a long time ago.
Word choice is important

She is concentrating hard.
She is concentrating hardly.

She is concentrating hard on.
Here comes the rain

Here comes the rain
Here comes the bills I can’t pay.
Here comes the rain
She’s running away again.
Here comes the rain.
I can’t take the pain, no sir.
I hear thunder in the distance.
The end from this is not in sight.
Here comes the rain.
Here comes the rain,
and I forgot my umbrella.
Here comes the rain

and I’ve forgotten my name.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A kink in my armor

There is no kink in my armor.

I am strong, strong, strong.
I’ve never been an asshole

I was a disco dancer.
I was a punk rocker.
I’ve been a bouncer
and I’ve been thrown out of bars
but one thing I’ve never been

is an asshole.
Onstage, he always seemed like there was an urgency
to the work, but there wasn't. He was saying nothing
new. He was saying nothing, and people were buying it.
Might be headed for trouble

I’ve got a bag of heroin

and I’ve got you.
She’s got big boobs

but she’s not very friendly.
Tired of everybody looking
at her chest. If she had a
dollar for every time someone

went there she’s be a millionaire.
In bed with the babes

Jesus left me
shortly after I
got out of high school.
He didn’t like me
in the bars with bourbon.
He didn’t like me
in the bars with the babes,
and he certainly didn’t like

me in bed with the babes.
He can

He can catch a rattlesnake
put it in a burlap bag; kill it; cook it.
He can keep his wife and children
in food with his gun and his bow.
He can build a house.
He can fix a car,
but he won’t go near Jim Beam
no matter what is going on.
He used to fight a lot;
he only lost one fight
and that was with his best friend

a bottle of bourbon.
I was always drinking.

I was always breaking the law.
I used to wake up in jail
covered in blood and bad moments

from happy hour.
Keep moving on

The big wheels keep rolling on
I’m standing here on the side of the highway
trying to thumb a dream down
I know if I can get to California

that I’m going to be a star.
Staying in trouble just feels normal now

There was a time when I had never been
in this deep before, but that time was many
times ago, and staying in trouble just feels normal now.
There is always a first time, but, now,
there have been many times before.
Your love couldn’t save me.

You had to let me go, somewhere down the road.
I’m the guy who ain’t been there

I’m the guy don’t like waiting in line.
I’m the guy who ain’t been there
if everybody else already done it.
I’m the guy not stuck in traffic.
I’m the one don’t go to the movie
that the critics like.

I’m the guy don’t like waiting in line.
I’m the guy don’t like waiting in line.

I’m the one won’t take no for an answer
if it’s something that I really want.
I’m the one still getting books at the library.
I’m the one who sobered up to raise his children.
I’m the one cutting back on coffee.

I’m the one who quit booze and cigarettes.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Let me tell you about all
the movies that I been in.
Well, I ain’t been in any, Mister,
but I could have been a star.
Well let me tell you about
all the plays I have written,
nah, I ain’t written a one.
Let me tell you about
all the tv shows that I starred in.
Wasn’t one. Not a one.
Now, let me tell you about

all the books I wrote…

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Me and you and Mary Jane

we used to share a room,
and one day you said
cleaning up the room
that one of us had to go.
I sure miss Mary Jane,

but I’m in love with you.
I never thought they’d sell out

They seemed so secure in outsiders’ shoes
I never thought they’d sell out
But unless you been there who knows
what all else fame brought

when it kicked your door down.
I cant be the man

that I can’t be.
I can’t be a man
unless that man
looks like me.
I can be no other
mother-fucker.
Can’t you see.
There ain’t no other

man like me.
Well, I just ate the last of my pot stickers; dipped it in pot sticker sauce and ate it in three bites. It was good. Better than on Sunday when the Chinese man served it to me with 7 others: they smelled kind of funky, and I have never gotten eight pot stickers before. It’s like they killed the pig and fed it all to me. You couldn’t lock them up for killing too much chicken to put it on your Mongolian Beef. No sir. That dinner portion got lunch portion of meats at that Chinese Restaurant with the dirty men’s bathroom. But I was glad to have it, on account of we’re so poor and all.

Joan said I could have her leftover soup, sizzling rice soup, I think it was, it had chicken in it as well as huge, tasty shrimp. This restaurant might have blown the pot stickers, and the mongolian chicken, but they hit a home run with their soup.



After sipping on some of the broth to check the temperature, the next thing I put on my spoon was a large half of a very tasty mushroom. I don't usually care either way about broccoli, but the broccoli that was soaked in this soup since Sunday was excellent. Thanks Joan for giving me your soup!!
Well, I’m tired of this heavy weight
being hoisted down on me. I’m ready
to walk about free. Anybody want to

join me?
The Lord is bigger than a judge
but when you are standing in front

of the judge, the judge is the man.
I been down so long

seems like the sun is shining,
when it’s way past midnight,
and I’m in the drunk tank, again.
It seems normal to be here.
Can’t say the jailers have become
like friends. For them the insanity
never ends. Here comes the judge.
What should I say? I’ve already
promised The Lord that if he lets
me out I won’t have a drink from
this day forward. Oh no I’m out
and my thoughts are of that little
girl who works at the bar downtown.
I don’t care

We can go now.
We can go around two.
We can never go.

See, cuz I don’t care.
You had other things on your mind

You don’t mind being smothered.
You don’t mind being swallowed.
What will you do when they try
to drown you? Will it be too late?
Will you accept the fate that they

have bestowed upon you?
That’s what I ought to do

I ought to walk right out of that door
and never come back
I ought to tell a bunch of folks
exactly what’s on my mind
but I won’t and it’s because
I’m indoctrinated.
This is the walk I’m supposed to walk.
This is the talk I’m supposed to talk.
I ought to tell them what’s on my mind.
I ought to shake my finger at them.
I ought to tell them how things should be,
but I won’t cuz I need to get my  pay check

on Friday.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

He drank all during the hurricane

He started drinking when they said that
the hurricane was coming and he didn’t

quit drinking until the hurricane was done.
Loser was the only thing
he had painted on his shirt.
And as I was about to get
in a fight with him, I thought

about this. I had a lot to lose.
They never get to the bottom of it
The Blue Hole is much deeper than

any of us.
Its over a million miles to the beginning
so we better get started. We better check
the oil, and all the hoses, and take a look
at those tires. A rose on the dashboard

for the lady and on the road we will go. 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Never been to Vietnam.
Never been to Amsterdam.
I am just who I am,
an ordinary man.
Mikel K Poet
A night out on the prowl in a blackout

Good looking ladies used to walk the road below
the bar where me and the boys used to get liquored up.
This one chick was a junkie but she was a real fine looker
so I wound up in bed with her hung over after one night
out on the prowl in a blackout. I fell in love with her, but
she never fell out of love with her heroin; it killed her
when she was just 27. I carry on with our children.


Mikel K
Ewwwwwwwww. I sometimes think about touching 
my sphincter when you are on here, young girl. I'm
running for elected office my name is.
She’s putting on her makeup now

She’ll beat you.
She’ll steal from you.
She’ll have you wishing
that your dreams hadn’t
turned into such a nightmare.
She’ll caress you.
She’ll console you,
then she’ll  put a bullet
in your head.
That will be it.
You will be there dead
in her arms, a place you
always told her that you
wanted to be, one day.
She took you literally.
She never got caught.
They never even suspected
that a man like me could go

missing. Oh well.
No additional charges

This looks like fun, and it's for a good cause. I want to go.
But I can’t because it’s already tomorrow. I missed it,
biscuit in my mouth, home with the wife and kids.
I don’t get out and I don’t miss it start out at the bar
wind up in jail I’d hate to know how many times. Drunk
on beer, drunk on wine, drunk, drunk way more than half
of me crazy, alone in that cell, screaming at Satan. And wake
to the men in the cell across the way who figure out that I was

the one screaming all night. 

This looks like fun, and it's for a good cause. I want to go.
But I can’t because it’s already tomorrow. I missed it,

biscuit in my mouth, home with the wife and kids.
Now, when you kick yourself
be sure to be able to pick yourself up
off the ground.


K
I was ashamed
I was ashamed. x 20

I was ashamed.
I was ashamed x 10

I was ashamed.
I was ashamed x 5

I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed x2

I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed x whisper

And then get real mean,
and act like you just don’t care
and get angry and scream:

I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed.
I was ashamed
I was ashamed.
Until the end of the song.

Then K speaks:
Now, when you kick yourself
be sure to be able to pick yourself up
off the ground.


K


Dirty Thoughts

Let me fill you with my innuendo.
Let me fill you with my dirty thoughts.
Let me fill you with television
and things store bought.
Let me show you what they taught me
on the football team.
In the locker room,
I showed the boys your picture,
and as they looked I told them
what you and I had done.
Which was nothing
just like in the picture.
Neither one of us were into
taking our clothes off. 
To the poetry publisher and lover
who is about to throw you out onto the streets


Is that enough for now? Can you use any of them? 
Can you go ahead and rip my heart out, right now, 
and stomp it with your shoe cuz you know that that 
is where we are headed out for you to do.
Everybody cries

“I bet he don’t cry,” she said.
“He’s mean not tender.”
And I said to her, “Baby,

everybody cries.”
Freedom of Speech

I can’t write that because she might
still read me and I don’t want an argument.
I can’t write that because she does
still read me and I can’t deal with
the repercussions of what if.
And then there are things that I could write,
if I was stupid, that would summon the
Secret Service and or FBI to me.
There are thing that I could write
that would make men want to hit me.
There are things that I could write
that would make women want to save me.
There are all sorts of things that I could write.


Mikel K
You just never can tell


One guy makes a quarter of a million dollars in less than an hour
and feels pretty good about himself. Another guy writes 6 to 10
poems in an hour and he is ecstatic.
Never

I will never write a novel.
I will never rob a bank.
I will never shoot a cop
in the head for being rude.
I will never steal watermelon.
I will never steal wallets,
women, or hotel rooms.
I will never steal liquor or dope.
I will never steal cars.
I will never break into houses.
I will hardly ever go to church.
I will never kiss a nun.


Mikel K
That crematorium is waiting for me

The day is set on the calendar
somewhere out there in front of now.
Ain’t nothing I can do about it

‘cept make the best use of now.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Geoff Beardsley Is that sign for real, or did you mock it up?

Mikel K Poet I copied and pasted it from someone else's page.

Dan Pritchett Either way, it seems to have provoked a nice thread.

Mikel K Poet And, in the end, that is all that matters!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

And as far as fans that you want nothing to do with

You know who they are. They know it, too. They are

your fans, but they are not really good for you.
I danced with the devil

and she danced on back.
I never went anywhere
without her: stranger’s beds
after hour parties after the party
was over.
Then I became a father
and I put that bottle down
it was either be a good for nothing
or get on with being something good

for my kids.
If you’re holding the devil’s hand

you better let it go.
A lesbian from a small town in Arkansas

just told me that she liked one of my poems.
I ask her about her day.

It was a long day.
It was a hard day.
Did you survive?
Are you surviving?
Do you want to dance
in the kitchen
while the corn is cooking
and the fish is on bake?


I LOVE YOU so much THANK YOU!  I will cook but I can't leave here until 5:00
If you’re holding the devil’s hand

you better let it go.
The picture of the table in a restaurant
that I was looking at at the art gallery
was so real that I felt like someone should

be taking my order as I stood there.
Is forever too long?

Depends on what you’re looking for.

Depends on what you can’t live without.
I didn’t choose Atlanta it chose me
I came here in 1982
nothing better to do than hitchhike
up down the east coast
than settle down in Atlanta

the year after spending a year in L.A.
It's better to wear black
than to be covered in blood
having just been beat up, drunk.
How many steps to spilling ice tea on yourself?

1. Get two tea bags
2. Get coffee cup
3. Open tea bags
4. Fill coffee cup up with water.
5. Put cup in microwave for 2:58
6. Open microwave
7. Squeeze bags(carefull: they're hot!)
8. Pour tea into pitcher.
9. Repeat above
10. Add 1 1/2 cups of water to the pitcher
11. Add stevia to tea
12. Squeeze a whole lemon into the pitcher
13. Put ice in glass
14. Add ice tea to ice
15. Drink tea
16. And it is here at step 16 that you spill the tea.
I would sail back to her on top of the flames
from the fire in Hell. 
Joan makes the best hard boiled eggs.
And I bought some yellow squash
so that she could make squash casserole,
yummy, yummy that Joan makes to go 
with our fish dinner. I make great ice tea.
I wonder if I'll ever find anything to bitch
about, again?
For the sun to come

I’m too much of a fool
to cry when I’ve lost something
that I really wanted.
It was me the little kids taunted
when we were 12 years old.
Never found nothing as much fun
as loving you.
It’s here, now, but I sure waited
a long time for the sun to come.
Tennis. The US Open: I went there once as a kid and won a gold plated metal tennis racket in some sort of a raffle...got there by selling newspaper subscriptions to a paper that I went door to door with. I was supposed to be number one or number two on my high school tennis team, but I ran track, instead, setting the mile record(4:42) in my first meet, and the two mile record(10:06) in my second meet. Man, that was hard work. I also worked in the produce department of the Winn Dixie. I was a hard worker. I graduated 22 in a class of 550.


Mikel K 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

From humble beginnings

From humble beginnings I come.
From humble beginnings I stand on.
And into humble beginnings I will go.
It’s a funny thing. I was happier on hit number three
than I was on hit number 17. Don’t they say more  is
good more money more women more houses more cars
Ain’t it a funny thing that you learned to think for yourself
after all those years of being a character in a Pink Floyd song.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Nothing but sunshine

used to be all rain.
I’m so happy. I used

to be insane.
A dark sock, that wasn't mine,  covered in stars arrived
at my other desk the other day and I have watched its
progress. First, Kobain, the cat, slept on it for a number
of days. Then it just sat on the table while the cat was
away, and, now, it is on the floor in front of the table. As
I've said: this sock is not mine. I don't know where it comes
from and who it belongs to, unless it is Joan's.

A set


It had never occurred to me that she had had a boob job. She seemed like such a wholesome, down to earth person, that you would never have picked her as a gal who bought her a set.
In less than the flick of an eye

Those once blurred now clear eyes
didn’t see it when a drunk ran a red light
and killed him. In less than the flick of
an eye he went from driving home to
entering the pearly gates of Heaven.

Life is fragile. Handle it with care.
Like bright lights or a new car

She: They have a huge sale on Nikon, more information and we get tons of bonus points to use



He: Killer. We can get me something. I mean I don’t wan t or need anything but, sometimes, it’s nice to feel like you’re are going to acquire something.
I still can’t walk on water

I’m standing on empty
wondering if I’ll ever

get to full again.
Bad Sugar

There’s good sugar
and there’s bad sugar
and I ain’t never going to be
no bad sugar. I’m going to be

the best sugar that I can be.
You look at me
like I don’t give a damn
It’s me you’re talking to.
And I do give a damn.
Hold my hand.

Let me be your man.

There’s all kinds of people

There’s good cops and there’s bad cops
and there are cops in-between
who just want to be middle class,

have a job, love the wife, raise the kids.
Ain’t never been there

but I just heard it in a song
and now it’s on my mind
Tulsa
Tulsa, Oklahoma
I got you on my mind

just like the guy in the song.
True love never dies

True love never dies.
It never fights over the last spoonful
of raspberry jam in the jar.
True love never argues about
homemade French fries, who
gets more than who.
True love never argues about
who’s going to drive and who’s
going to imbibe.
True love can last forever.
True love has two jars of
peanut butter when one
person likes crunchy and
the other likes smooth.
True love takes turns cutting the lawn.
True love takes turns cooking the meals.
True love takes turns doing the dishes.
True love means I feed all the pets
while she spends time in the garden.
I never thought I’d find true love;

and, yet, here we are.
You don’t have to let me in

I already came in the back door.
Now, I’m sitting in the front row
with a big ole grin, and when I feel

like it I’ll get back on that stage, again.
I promise

It’s a long way to the bottom
but I got there many times.
Always prayed to God if
he’d let me out of that drunk tank
that I would never drink again.
He’d get me out at four
and by five I’d be at happy hour again.
Wasn’t nothing happy about

what beer and bourbon were doing to me.
Are you a friend of the friends of the friends

of the friends of the friends of mine?

Monday, August 12, 2013

I am glad to be inside this moment because it is pouring rain
outside, right now. Joan, and I, got soaked pitching our tent
in the mountains, this past weekend; it was a fun and exhilarating
experience to get so wet while working, but not one that I would
like recreate any time soon. A thunder and lightening so hard
and so loud just hit that I jumped a bit in my seat, in fear, and all
three dogs yelped in unison, and they weren't begging for food.
I just ate a small twix bar, and had some chocolate left on my fingers
that I almost gave to Morisson. Wouldn't want that dog to get sick
after a quick lick, lick.

Friday, August 9, 2013

I just picked The Moody Blues as the singers of
the song, Baby Blue," when it was really Badfinger.
At least I didn't mistake The Bay City Rollers for
The Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Or The Beatles for
The Stones.--K
Their foot people are specially trained to measure your foot,
so you should go on in and see them.
It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll.
They said it first, but I second it.
Her eyes say she is on cocaine.
And her empty wallet is saying
the same thing.
I'm watching my turtle, George, swim happily from one
end of his aquarium to the other, not a care in the world.
I provide shelter. I provide food. What else could he need?
What if a turtle needs love? As I watch the turtle swim, I
think to myself, noting how much fun I am having watching
him, that this is what I paid the fifty dollars for(25 for the 
turtle & 25 for P&H).
Walmart has this commercial wherein they
reference themselves as, "An American Company,"
as if that makes them good, or something.
The Sports Deejay just told us where he would be
after work, and that we could stop by and buy him
a drink.
I have a new product in my hand. It is called, "Kool Aid Liquid."
It takes one squeeze of the bottle to turn 8 oz. of water into
Kool Aid. Concentrated Kool Aid. Kool Aid for the campsite. It
tastes pretty good. Very convenient. No aspartame. Three bucks
with a buck off this week. Try it. You'll like it. Maybe. Think for
yourself.
James Lewis Wow! Colette just showed me your poem. Mikel, its incredible to watch you evolve as an artist and a human being. This is your most beautiful poem yet, and it reveals a deep wisdom. You and Joan together have reached incredible heights. This piece of art is so beautiful it gives me chills!!!
We only had one small bag of trash go into the landfill,
this week. Most of our trash was in the form of things
recyclable, and things that went in our compost pile.
Please quit pissing on it

I let the dew of the grass
clean the pee off of my
dog’s  foot. When he pisses
he, often, drenches his foot

in piss. 
Never learns

The grown up turtle never watches me
she watches out for me and tries to escape
when I stick my hand in her tank to pull
her out and put her in a feeding tank. We
go through this routine twice a week; you
think that she would learn and stop trying

to claw me.
Never learns

The grown up turtle never watches me
she watches out for me and tries to escape
when I stick my hand in her tank to pull
her out and put her in a feeding tank. We
go through this routine twice a week; you
think that she would learn and stop trying

to claw me.
The coffee is hot

It wants to burn my lips,
but I don't let it.
I pull the cup back in time
to save myself from pain.
Nothing out of the norm

Nothing eventful has occurred
in this house, yet, today. I ate
a couple of eggs on toast. I fed
the dogs and cats. I turned on
the turtle lights. I listened to
my lover sing to our bird. My love
and I are both sipping on coffee
to start the day.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

I'm about to have dinner, baked shrimp
with home made french fries. What a lucky
and spoiled man I am.--K
Give me a ticket

car
plane
train
bus

lottery.
Eating by her lonesome

When I first got my goldfish, who I named
Patsy Kline, I used to stand and watch her
fetch the pellets that I dropped in the water
for her. She used to fascinate me. Now, I
just, mostly, throw the pellets in and walk
off, leaving her to eat by her lonesome.