The only things that haven’t changed

It must be terrible

to have been

kind of good looking

when you were young

and, now, be so ugly when

you’re old.

You were a cunt then,

and you’re a cunt now,

are the only things that

haven’t changed.

The Braves game that Joan and I attended, last night,
was kind of unfullfilling. Philly scored early and kept the
lead throughout the game. It got to be where The Braves
were down 5-1 bottom of the ninth with two out, two on, and 
Justin Upton up to bat. I had had to piss since the 6th
inning and just couldn't hold it anymore, so I headed to
the bathroom, and I was standing in front of the urnianl
when I heard Turner Field erupt, and knew that Upton
had hit a near game tying home run. "Fuck, we missed it,"
I hollered out to all gathered in the men's room, and a
collective laugh let out.

I love you(for Joan).

I love you in the kitchen.

I love you in the living room.

I love you in the basement.

I love you in the front yard.

I love you in the back yard.

I love you in your studio.

I love you in the bathroom.
I love you in the bedroom.

I love you.

I have had two cups of coffee and I am ready to go see
The Braves play, but that is not until tonight at 7:10. We
are going to go early, around 4, to get autographs, and
watch batting practice. The weather, today, is again, 
immaculate. I love these fall days where you can either
wear shorts, or long pants; a sweater, or short sleeves.
It is, certainly a blessing to be alive. 

Como Esta?

Spilled coffee. A bathroom door

that won’t open, when you have

to pee, because someone inside

is doing drugs, or preparing to

do drugs, or whatever. The coffee

girl is moving to California. Next

stamp I get a free coffee. Spanish

went by pretty fast this morning.

11-1-96

I'm listening to The Braves; biting fingernails. We could sure
use this one; trying to get home field advantage for the 
second level of the playoffs. I just ate some pretzels with
mustard, and now I'm having a tootsie pop. Things here are
good. Joan is one room over, pleased to be back with her
computer. I got it fixed for her and she is happily dumping 
things off a couple of laptops onto it.

I’m always running out of mustard.

-

I’m always running out of mustard.

Ketchup just won’t work on pretzels.

Nor mayonnaise, or hot sauce. Nothing

goes well with pretzels, but mustard.

You don’t need to be peculiar

to attract attention. You’ve

worked your bootie, now work

you mind. We’ve seen your behind

now let’s see your brain.

I’m a real nice guy, but

I’m a real nice guy

but I like to get drunk

and when I get drunk

it puts all around me

in a funk.

I’m a real nice guy

but I’m more familiar

with the inside of

the drunk tank

than I am the inside of

the church.

I’m a real nice guy.

I’m a real nice guy,

but when I blackout

you don’t want to be about.

Going down the highway

picture of my girlfriend

on the dashboard. She

left, late last night, and I ain’t

going back, neither.

I’m just driving down

this long dark highway

following the white lines

wherever they go.

I don’t know where I’m going

but I’ll know when I get there.

I don’t remember what

the argument was about,

but I know that it was a deal

breaker. We both said things

that shouldn’t have been said,

things that can’t be taken back,

things that can’t be apologized for.

I’m just driving down

this long dark highway

following the white lines

wherever they go

You could be here

one minute, and

gone the next, so

try to enjoy every

second that you have.

We don’t know where

we’re going, but we’re

going there in a hurry.

We’re like a batter up

with the count 3-2.

It’s yours when I die

Got this electric guitar

I know how to tune it

but that’s about as far

as I’ve gotten;

know a few chords

but the rest of what

I play sounds rotten.

When I die it will go

to the kid.

Gutteral moan more a scream

was the last thing the chicken did
before they killed it and you fed it
to your kids.
I keep going backwards
trying to go forward.
I keep going down
when I try to go up.
They went to work each day knowing they could,
one day, retire. They ever made it; never knew
they didn't make it. Some asshole showed up at
their job with three guns and killed them while
they were just living another day.
Don’t seem fair that this can happen in the
good Ole USA

If it was up to you

If it was up to you

I wouldn’t have

a pot to piss in.

If it was up to you

I would have never

followed my dreams.

If it was up to you

I’d be good for nothing.

Good thing it ain’t up to you.

A smile out of you

I got nothing

but I want it all.

I got nothing

willing to take

a fall to make it.

I can’t fake it

I want to make it

at any cost;

all I lost

I paid my dues

you’d think

my time was due

but I can’t even

get a smile

out of you.

Can’t get a smile

out of you. Don’t

know what I’m

supposed to do.

Rock and roll

Rock and roll

grab the wheel

we got no idea

where we’re going

but we’re going

to get there

it’s something

you can feel.

Rock and roll.

Rock and roll.

Ain’t no rules.

We just do

what we want

to do.

Rock and roll

can you feel

my rock and roll.

Come on

we got to go.

Rock and roll.

Rock and roll.

Ain’t no rules.

We just do

what we want

to do.

Somewhere down the line

It never occurred to me

that God would bring to me

a girl like you.

It never occurred to me

that another person

could make me happy.

It never occurred to me

that normal could be fine,

but that’s what happened

to me somewhere down the line.

There’s a date

My brother’s dying.

My parents are dead.

I was the one with the drinking problem.

I was the one who could never find his place.

I went from here to there

with no purpose in mind.

Never had a career.

Never kept a job.

Chorus

There is a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for you.

There’s a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for me.

I’ve walked away from love.

I’ve gotten into fights that I was sure to lose.

I’ve blacked out, been bailed out,

told God that if he got me out of jail

I’d never drink again; went back to the bar

as soon as I got out, again and again.

There is a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for you.

There’s a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for me.

The only chip I had was the one on my shoulder,

but then something happened as I got older.

I had kids and it was either sober up and be a dad

or continue to be some sort of joke.

You might not believe in God, but he saved me.

There is a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for you.

There’s a date on that calendar

and it’s waiting for me.

Days like today
are the reward
we get for putting up
with all the summer rain.

And he wasn’t Humpty Dumpty

He is but bits and pieces of himself.

Nobody could put him back together.

Let’s do this

You can stare at the blank page
or you can type something onto it.
You can’t wait for the muse;
the muse may never come.

Definition

She was a small woman

with big boobs. She refused

to let her boobs define her.

I don't like anything that even looks like
a lima bean. When I was a kid, I had to
eat everything on my plate or get backhanded
by my dad, because he said that, "Your mother
and I worked hard to put that food on your 
plate." I got to where I would leave the nasty
things for last, shove them to the side of my
mouth, ask to be excused, and then head
to the bathroom, where I would spit them out.
I thank Mudcat who just posted a pic of his
homegrown butter beans for reminding me of this!!

Retirement Plan

I need a hammer.

I need a nail.

I need a dollar

for every thought

that I’ve ever had.

I think that most "security" officers, whether armed
or not are just ten dollar an hour people who had to
buy their own uniform, and know nothing about 
disarming or killing a man who shows up on their scene
with a shot gun, or an AK 15.

He needed a new ticker

cuz he kept getting sicker

and sicker. He needed a

new liver cuz he drank

too much liquor. 

Several strange cars just pulled onto our street;
one of them parked in front of our house. Four
people dressed like they was ready to go to church
walked down the street, but didn't stop at our house
because Pretti Penni is tied up out front and was 
barking at them. Good girl.

I just looked on my calendar and saw the name
Phyllis and wondered who the heck she was and
why her name was on my calendar for the 28th
of October. Soon, I realized that I had mispelled
the word Phillies, that The Phillies were playing
The Braves, here in Atlanta, in The Braves second 
to last game of the season, and that Joan and I
would be sitting, way up high in the stands, for this
game. Hopefully, The Braves will have clinched
their division title by then, though it would
be nice to see it happen at home.

I'm feeling lucky he said

as he drove down the road

and got pulled for a tail light out.

He was drunk and they found

his bag of pot, so, now, he’s

feeling not so lucky in jail. 

Our gold fish, Patsy Kline, passed last week.
I found Joan in the kitchen crying over Patsy's
bloated, upside down body. I bought five little 
15 cents a piece fish to replace Patsy. They 
died a couple of days ago. I didn't name these
five, I just called them numbers 1 through 5,
knowing it would be easier on me if they died
if I had not named them. I've never had any
luck with goldfish. Joan says that she wants to
put plants in the aquarium.

Listening to the band America live, and thinking about the men who have self-destructed, taking innocent people with them in our country of America. Nineteen times since President Obama took office, men have taken guns into public places and started shooting people. What the fuck? 

The broke coke smoker

Hey, who drank all the cokes?

Hey, who smoked all the smokes?

It ain’t no joke. I’m a chain smoking,

coke guzzling bloke and, now, I’m broke.

Not even a back row seat

They priced me out of the market

I still like them, but I can’t afford

to go see them. They sing about

the poor man, but you got to be

rich to go see them.

Somebody is looking for a fight.

It’s going to be alright.

I put that bottle down

over two decades ago.

My Joan woke me, this morn, waving two sheets of paper and my reading glasses in my face, saying, "Read this." She had bought us two tix to see Chris Knight in Jacksonville, in Nov. I'm psyched.

I used to be a sinner, but sinning, these days,
is no more than sharing half a small peach pie
with my love.--K

Too close to home

It’s ok when it’s happening there

but it’s not ok when it’s happening here.

But, if it can  happen there, mister,

it can happen here, and I don’t want to

have to tell you I told you so.

There’s a terrorist

There’s a terrorist in your underpants.

There’s a terrorist in your popcorn.

There’s a terrorist in your school

and in your home.

There’s a terrorist next to you in traffic.

There’s a terrorist pressing your suit.

Done being here

Where will the crow go

when he is done doing

what he does in my trees?

Where will the butterfly travel

when it moves out of my carport?

Where will that bumblebee go

when he leaves my front porch?

Where does anything go

when it’s done being here?

The NSA. Makes me feel like
when a spider web crawls
across me and I wonder if
the spider is going to bite me.

This ole world is a county fair

This ole world is a county fair.

There’s something to do over here

there’s something to do over there.

You can ride the ride of life

you can ride the ferris wheel.

You can look at your fellow women

and men; you can look at a pig

that’s trying to win a contest.

This old world is a county fair.

Sometimes it’s fun, some times

it’s unfair like a carny that’s having you

shoot basketballs at a hoop that is too small.

This old world is a country fair.

Sometimes, I don’t shave in the morning.

This ain’t no country song

I’m not a redneck.

I don’t drive a truck.

I don’t drink beer.

I don’t eat much fried chicken.

I love my country,

but I don’t sing about it

in a country song.

This ain’t no country song, son.

This ain’t no country song.

And I ain’t no singer

in a country band.

No sir, this ain’t no country song.

I brought home a couple of Di Giorno traditional crust Pizzas from the Kroger, today, a pepperoni for Joan, and a Supreme pizza for me. Each one took three minutes and thirty seconds to cook in the microwave. I also heated up a frying pan of oil and threw half a bag of frozen shoestring potatoes into it, for a yummy dinner for Joan and me that she said reminded her of eating with her daughter’s in college because it is the type of thing that her daughters threw together when she visited them in college. Go Noles. Go Panthers!!

The Real K

Super K
ABCDEFGHIJK
Mr. K
Dear K:
Extra Special K
AOK
KK

K

Nobody needs the sheriff when things are going well

Nobody needs  a sheriff when we’re out cutting the lawn.

Nobody needs a sheriff when you’re seated down to dinner

with the family.

Nobody needs a sheriff when you’ve only got a little bit

of marijuana left.

Parental Lesson #1 To My Dad

Don’t tell your son or daughter to fight

if you’re not even going to teach them

how to make a fist.

Don’t tell your son or daughter to fight

if you’re not even going to show them

how to punch.

And don’t call them good for nothing if they lose.

I'm just a schmuck

Marianne Williamson gets far more likes than me.
Her page is way more professional than mine.
I bet she makes a living of off selling her books.
I'm just a schmuck.
I'm just a schmuck.

The only mail I got, today, was a glossy brochure from a church. I didn’t know that churches advertised. I thought God sent believers to the pews. “One church in two locations,” said the brochure in bright yellow letters that practically jumped off the page. Sort of a McDonald’s aspiring type of church with an eye on a collection basket on every street.

How many billions will satisfy you?

They killed the Indians

and they’re still killing folk

in the name of making a buck.

We could be driving electric cars

we could have better public transportation

but the oil companies would rather

see our kids lose their life and limbs

in The Middle East.

Why doesn't Obama round up support to lower unemployment in the USA, or to lower student loans, to improve our economy? Why doesn't he do something about his hometown Chicago and the wars being fought there? Why doesn't he get the slave minimum wage raised? There is so much work to do in this country. It fucking sickens me to see the US going into Libya in this manner. Somebody is going to drop a nuke on the US in retaliation for us bombing Syria. American bombs are going to be dropped because 4-1,100 people were gassed. How many people will die once the US government starts dropping bombs on Lybia? It is the US government and not the US people who are going to do this, a government that, basically, shits on us.

The turtle eats

and then spends

the rest of his

time trying to

get out of

the feeding bowl;

back and forth

he goes pushing

his nose up against

the walls of the container.

I could be dead.

I could be a convict.

I could be just about

anything but me,

but I’m not

and I’m  glad I made

it through the wilderness

with my mind and body intact.

If you let it

It don’t take love to do something stupid.

It don’t take love to get in trouble.

It don’t take love to wind up in jail.

It don’t take love to have no one to pay your bail,

but love just might keep you out of these situations

if you let it.

Why was The Lord so good to me?

I’m feeding the turtles

got nothing on my mind

the days spent in drunk tanks

are very far behind.

Many who I knew that

were out there like me didn’t make it

why was The Lord so good to me?

What was I thinking?

I was higher than high.

I was wiser than wise

and I wound up in handcuffs

almost every time

at the end of my drinking

it didn’t start out that way

what was I thinking to continue

from one drunk tank to another?