I'm leaving you far behind
I get impatient, sometimes,
I'm not content to wait around
while you make up your mind.
I got to go, baby; see ya.
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A simple thing
I wore a sweater, yesterday,
it was fun to think that just
several weeks ago I was sweating
under a hot, hot summer sun.
Posted by mikel k poet at 7:28 AM 0 comments Links to this post
This guy came onto my porch, yesterday morning. The dogs went ballistic. The guy stood back from the closed glass front door, pointing at the dogs, as if to say he was scared.
"Are you selling something," I hollered at him, over the din of the dogs.
He kept pointing to his name tag, as if that was the answer to my question.
Why should I go the distance with some guy, just because he has shown up on my porch, and step out there and let him try to sell me something? Why should I step outside, and talk to a man who has been trained to handle my objections, and ignore all my "No's" until he gets a yes.
Why should I interact with a man who has bothered my dogs.
"I'm busy, and I'm not interested," I hollered at him. He seemed relieved to be able to go. The man was probably trained to not leave the porch until he got some money. He is the victim of ruthless sales managers. The poor bastard is just trying to make a buck. I am down to nineteen bucks in my checking account, and I will mostly eat white pasta, and brown rice for three days until my next unemployment check comes in.
I'm not complaining. I am just stating the facts, mam; facts that a guy who goes door to door is mostly trained to ignore.
Kill, kill, kill the enemy.
Posted by mikel k poet at 7:13 AM 0 comments Links to this post
Be ruthless
Be ruthless about maintaining your happiness.
Be ruthless about maintaining your peace of mind.
Posted by mikel k poet at 7:02 AM 0 comments Links to this post
I'm darning my socks
Don't make what's private public
they'll come knocking on your door
and you won't be able to run around
in your underwear no more.
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Zero Basement 06 September 2020 at 18:42
thanks for taking that down mikel. calling me a hack isnt called for... i know you really dont mean anything by it but it definitely touched a nerve and was uncalled for...
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 18:45
I was trying to make a point. You might get your ass beat in a club cuz you blew what you knew about fighting on this page. I don't know where I learned it; I think that it was from my brother, but you always keep your cards to your chest about what you know in that regard, as you never know when, or with whom you will have to use them. Probably, I over reacted, as I often do, but it is out of interest in you and your well-being, Once i knew that you had seen it, that was it...it was only written for you and your well being.
Zero Basement 06 September at 18:51
well just to be clear mikel, there are better ways to share your personal beliefs. if you feel it necessary to call me a hack or anything the like, dont bother communicating with at all. im biting my lip because ultimately this shouldnt be a big deal. you're part of my family and i want to just end this silly tiff but i wont stand for the unprovoked negativity... seriously
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 19:09
There are people watching you as a rapper, some in your corner, most not, and many of them read you, whether you know it or not. Your battle should be with them not me; I was trying to help you not get your ass beat!!
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 19:11
But, point well taken that you are your own man, and I will do my darnedest not to interfere. Usually guys who brag about how good they fight don t know how to fight as well as the guy who doesn t say much, the same probably goes for poetry, or rap. Sorry if I hit a nerve. I wasn't trying to, I was just trying to share some experience, strength, and hope!!!
Zero Basement 06 September at 19:24
alright mikel, if you cant respect me enough to speak to me respectfully then this conversation is for not... you were out of line and your advice is your opinion. im capable of making all of the judgements that govern my life. im open to positive feedback here and there but if your "point" requires you to call me a "hack", just stay out of it and let me "get [my] ass beat"... all you've managed to do is upset me and if that's how its going to be then ill just remove myself from your situation
I THOUGHT ABOUT REPLYING THAT HE HAD ALREADY REMOVED HIMSELF FROM MY SITUATIONS,
HAVING MARRIED INTO ANOTHER FAMILY, AND, MOSTLY, PLAYING BALL WITH THEM, BUT I DIDN'T. IT WAS CLEAR THAT I WAS GETTING NO WHERE TRYING TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO HIM, SO WHY BOTHER MAKING IT WORSE. TIME HEALS MOST WOUNDS.
Continued...
Zero Basement 06 September at 20:06
btw you have turned this into something it isnt. im not mad you tried to make a point, im mad you called me a hack and are seemingly tippytoeing around apologizing for it. what if i just randomly decided to call you something degrading because of a facebook post? tell me how you would react. i thought we'd transcended the petty arguments of our past into a new era of mutual respect but i dont appreciate you overreacting to things that have nothing to do with you and wont tolerate you disrespecting me like that... here it is an hour this had been bothering me and im pretty sure that i didnt cause it. you've got this self righteous overtone like i should just let that go because you were trying to save me from some hypothetical confrontation i might have with someone who may read a post about me taking jiu jitsu. if you can agree with any of that than please acknowledge it so i can allow myself to let this go because at the moment i feel like you are just picking a fight with me over nothing simply for the fact that what ive said goes against some core principal that YOU live by and im not rolling over for it
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 20:07
Roll over, bitch.
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 20:10
I get heated about certain things, and one of them is fighting. You are right that I should not have intruded as I did, and inserted my opinion, as I did. I am not always the clearest emotional thinker, especially when it comes to things that I am emotional about. You're not a hack, you're a class act. I will teach you how to use wine bottles, beer bottles, and lit cigarettes to end fights. Ha ha. Hug E and T for me, please, and sorry for pushing a button.
Zero Basement 06 September at 20:49
i know im not a hack and i know im no bad ass either, im fortunate enough to know what i am. im not upset about you pushing buttons and i dont want you to reaffirm that im no hack, i want you to apologize for calling me one, which i cant tell if youre purposefully leaving that phrasing out or if you honestly are trying to end this and just havent used the words i want to hear. its not that i want some submissive apology, you're welcome to say whatever to me, but i feel that since i reacted in a way that differed from your ideal reaction, you decided to just jab at me because that made you angry. fine, we all overreact and say things we dont mean, and i know you dont mean it but you should admit that its wrong of you to call me that. i dont believe that im asking too much of you here, just mutual respect. i would make it clear to you... maybe you did already express what im asking for in your previous message but im not in the same room as you and i cant really feel out what you mean in text
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 21:17
I'm sorry I called you a hack.
Zero Basement 06 September at 21:26
Thanks. Love you and letting this go
Sent via Facebook Mobile
Mikel K Poet 06 September at 21:27
Love you more. Thanks for being cool about it.
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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 06, 2010
I was young and paying for it myself. I got Novocaine.
Posted by mikel k poet at 10:44 PM 0 comments Links to this post
I have no tonsils
no wisdom teeth
got no ginger ale
or ice cream
for the extraction
of my teeth.
Who do you complain to
when life is unfair?
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:26 PM 0 comments Links to this post
I like my messes to be mine.
If I throw my smelly socks
on the floor, I want them
to be where I left them.
If I don't wash the dishes,
I don't want to hear a sigh.
If my shirt is wrinkled,
I don't need the old, "my, my."
And you deserve the same respect,
oh heck that's why I live alone.
Posted by mikel k poet at 8:31 PM 0 comments Links to this post
One big party hardy
You're one I left behind,
and I have no regrets,
thought I was made to suffer
in separating from you.
I inflicted the pain.
I succumbed to the guilt
still lingering from association
with nuns and priests.
Everything should be
mostly wonderful, and it is.
Posted by mikel k poet at 8:03 PM 0 comments Links to this post
As far as I can tell
you're already removed
from my situation,
you couldn't get much
further away if you tried
and here you are saying
that you are going to
try harder.
Oh well,
I came into this world alone,
and I'll leave it alone,
and tonight there is nobody
on this cell phone calling
to say they love me.
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Mikel K Poet 17 August at 22:59
YOU SO ROCK!
Sue William Silverman 17 August at 23:02
Thanks! Well, keep me posted.
Mikel K Poet 17 August at 23:09
You offer the exact program that I want, one where I can study and write poetry(I've been writing it since 1982), and study and write memoirs. (I have three written, now.) My daughter graduates high school in two years, and I would like to start my MFA her senior year, which is a year from now. I need to find some money!!!
Mikel K Poet 17 August at 23:26
Here is a question, Sue: Say I had to borrow money to get The MFA, what kind of job/career can be had with such a degree, and what is the current market for such. (That is, of course, if I don't write the next 40 million copies selling memoir!!)
Sue William Silverman 18 August at 09:00
Many of our graduates get teaching jobs. Others get professional writing jobs. If interested, you can
contact Louise Crowley, our administrative director, who tracks things like that. She's on vacation this week, but you can find her contact info. on the vermont college of fine arts web site. hope this helps.
Posted by mikel k poet at 2:40 PM 0 comments Links to this post
Mikel K Poet 17 August at 22:59
YOU SO ROCK!
Sue William Silverman 17 August at 23:02
Thanks! Well, keep me posted.
Mikel K Poet 17 August at 23:09
You offer the exact program that I want, one where I can study and write poetry(I've been writing it since 1982), and study and write memoirs. (I have three written, now.) My daughter graduates high school in two years, and I would like to start my MFA her senior year, which is a year from now. I need to find some money!!!
Mikel K Poet 17 August at 23:26
Here is a question, Sue: Say I had to borrow money to get The MFA, what kind of job/career can be had with such a degree, and what is the current market for such. (That is, of course, if I don't write the next 40 million copies selling memoir!!)
Sue William Silverman 18 August at 09:00
Many of our graduates get teaching jobs. Others get professional writing jobs. If interested, you can contact Louise Crowley, our administrative director, who tracks things like that. She's on vacation this week, but you can find her contact info. on the vermont college of fine arts web site. hope this helps.
Posted by mikel k poet at 2:37 PM 0 comments Links to this post
Nice to have back what you have lost.
I dropped a cookie on the floor,
mother said I couldn't have anymore.
She went out the door to work,
Daddy pulled out the bag,
and said, "You've been a good boy,
would you like one?"
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Clear Chat History
13:43Me
Do you just sit around in your sexy nighty looking pretty at the keyboards all day?
13:43Jane
how di dyou know?
13:43Me
I m a stalker.
13:44Jane
in between pillow fights with my girlfriends in their nighties
13:44Me
Well, I pay a guy to stalk you: he gives me reports.
13:44Jane
youshould get a job at Walmart
good think I leave my windows open
thing
13:44Me
I almost had one once, I wound up in jail instead. It was a relief. I lived in Roswell at the time.
Yes you are very cooperative. I think you like to be watched.
13:45Jane
wow...from almost walmart to jail....must be a good story
I'm a voyeur/stalker myself
13:45Me
It lead, in that jail cell, to my FINAL decision to not drink ever again, so it was good.
who do you stalk
13:46Jane
hat was def a good thing then !!
beans
ge tit...bean-stalk...wow...that's a reach
13:47Me
Jack off
Get
Jack off
13:47Jane
wow...my typing may get me into trouble here..I said ge tit
13:47Me
the bean stakl
stalk
tit is a wonderful word
you will NEVER get in trouble for using it here, dear
13:47Jane
nice segue
duly noted again
13:48Me
tit breast boob all accepted
your tit card, don t leave home without it
13:48Jane
somehow, I feel very secure in that
13:48Me
(:
how so, and whyu
why
13:48Jane
tit goes with me everywhere
13:49Me
stay tit. down ti.
tit
gosh i m on the cheap walmart keyboard today
13:49Jane
welcome
see jane...see janes tit...see jane run...you stalker
13:50Me
see jane s nipples grow larger
13:51Jane
story at 11
13:51Me
Oh the late movie then...
13:52Jane
you wanna make a movie ?
13:52Me
Tarzan the poet does Jne
Jane
Doing Jane in June
we ll shoot it in November
13:53Jane
but of course
I'll do my best June impression
while you beat your chest
13:54Me
Hmm will it be my chest I beat?
I m going to call my penis my chest, and let you beat it.
13:55Jane
wel if you wear your loin cloth..hmm...
13:55Me
NO speedos.
until...
13:55Jane
jwhat's in a name
13:55Me
I lose 50 more pounds.
13:56Jane
beating thing's is good exercise
13:56Me
I beat the pavement with my feet, this a.m.
13:56Jane
well yougo tme beat then....I've done nothing
13:57Me
do it baby do it
13:57Jane
gonna beat a path to my shower though....gotta git outta the house
13:57Me
Have a great day
13:57Jane
gonna spend some time with my daughter...will be great !!
and the beat goes on....
13:58Me
Yes it will. Speaking of which, I need to call mine.
Beat it.
Talk to you soon.
13:58Jane
later tater
13:58Me
I eat tater
gator
13:59Jane
I drink gatorade
13:59Me
It s full of sugar
so I don t
I love it, tho
13:59Jane
just kidding...
13:59Me
great drink
used to drink two liters of coke a day
and I wonder how I got fat and diabetic
14:00Jane
it's a mystery
14:00Me
life sneaks up on you
14:00Jane
oh so true !!!!
14:00Me
grabs you by the balls
but sometimes, then, gives you nice head
14:00Jane
sometimes that feels good though
14:00Me
what? giving head?
14:00Jane
great minds
grabbing balls...slo typing here
or slow
14:01Me
you like to grab balls?
14:01Jane
I plead the fifth
14:01Me
ha ha
14:01Jane
gonna go get it wet here....I mean shower....haha
14:01Me
Hell, we ll skip the movie, then, and head right to the water bed
14:02Jane
talk to ya laaturr
14:02Me
bye
have fun
14:02Jane
byeeeeeee
14:02Me
be safe
14:03Jane
aww..thanks..will do
14:03Me
for?
14:03Jane
for saying be safe
14:04Me
(:
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Same thing different story
I searched as far as I could
and I never found it;
they tell me that, sometimes,
it is sitting right in front of me,
still I don't see it,
must be these surroundings,
maybe I'll go somewhere else.
And, now, I'm in another place
the things that used to bind me
don't bind me no more,
still I am on the floor
with the room spinning around me,
seems that I have taken me with me.
Posted by mikel k poet at 2:02 PM 0 comments Links to this post
The leaves will soon fall,
I'll walk through them all
at a brisk pace, leaving
pounds on the sidewalk
behind me.
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I will never forget about you,
you will always be on my mind
until one better comes along,
which shouldn't be too much longer,now.
I'm getting stronger ever day;
have put all your pictures away,
out with the trash, if you must ask.
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Mikel K Poet I'm spending a quiet evening at home. I just got up from a nice relaxing nap. The dogs, cats, and turtles love all this peace of mind; they still want a treat, though.
Saturday at 22:44 · Comment · Like
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Britt Hannah Good plan. I have all the company I need, kiddo and cat.
Saturday at 23:13 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Cats I mean
Saturday at 23:17 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet You have a kid, or not, Britt? Where do you live? Are you happy?
Saturday at 23:19 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Yes I have a daughter and live in S.C. (hopefully I can move back to Ga. soon) Happy ? depends on when you ask me ;p
Saturday at 23:22 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet I know your name, but your pic looks unfamiliar; how do we know each other?
Saturday at 23:24 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Probably through my sister Renee, the 688 days
Saturday at 23:25 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Do you live in Asheville? And why don t you like SC?
Saturday at 23:27 · Like ·
Britt Hannah South Carolina is very very backward and Ol' South. Methinks I hear banjo music, when I go under a bridge here ! I am about an hour away from Asheville.
Saturday at 23:30 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Why did you move there? Did you hang out at The Blue Rat Gallery, or were you too young for that?
Saturday at 23:32 · Like ·
Britt Hannah I seem to remember that place. I moved here due to a series of judgment lapses, but then again I am exactly where I am supposed to be right now..
Saturday at 23:37 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet That s a great attitude. What are the names of your cats?
Saturday at 23:42 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Vincent(as in Price), Tyler, Peaches, Phantom, Jigsaw and R.J.
Saturday at 23:44 · Like ·
Britt Hannah I am only a few furballs away from being a crazy cat lady I reckon
Saturday at 23:45 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Ha ha...I have cats Kobain, and Jaggar, here, dogs Bundy, and Morisson, and turtles Prynce, and Rue Paul. Shawtie, a dog is visiting for ten days, and I will have dogs Shanghai, and Dude, here for the day with all the others tomorrow. It might be crazy!!
Saturday at 23:47 · Like ·
Britt Hannah That is a serious pack of animals ! But I like pets honest company
Saturday at 23:49 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Are you saying that humans are dishonest company?
Saturday at 23:50 · Like ·
Britt Hannah No tat all, but humans can be harder to read sometimes ! They don't have tells like a wagging tail...
Saturday at 23:52 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Some do!
Saturday at 23:52 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Now if I see a guy with a tail and its wagging....
Saturday at 23:55 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet Run like hell!
Saturday at 23:56 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Hee Hee but at least I would know if he were happy or scared !
Saturday at 23:57 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Sorry I got a very funny visual with that
Saturday at 23:59 · Like ·
Mikel K Poet That s funny. You could get a short story out of that. What occupies your time, beside collecting Halloween art. (I have a decent collection of Halloween junk to put about the porch on Halloween. I love to decorate for that day.)
Saturday at 23:59 · Like ·
Britt Hannah Dealing with how things are mostly.(but that makes everyone) My daughter and I are very close and I spend most of my free time with her.
Yesterday at 00:02 · Like ·
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Baby blew in on a broom or space ship
I'd like to last forever,
but, right now, it would do
to outlast this girl
who is laying underneath me.
She's been moaning for hours
but won't go over;
sometimes I leave her there,
and take a break to go get a drink,
and when I come back
she is still on the bed
pointing her finger at me
and saying something I can't understand.
She's either a witch or an alien,
either way she's not letting me off
the hook: I have to get the job done,
but I assure you that when its over
I'm going to run like hell.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:47 AM 0 comments Links to this post
I thought this was a hat on my head
but I can see right now that it's getting late
I better get out of bed
got to make something of my self
I want to look good in the casket
when you bury me and those people
at the funeral home they sure don't work
for free see the car I am driving
aren't you dieing who thought it would be me
in a Mercedes good thing you can't see
the payment I'm living in Section 8 Housing
so I can afford it.
I'd like to pick some citrus from a tree
but it looks like most of it is covered in
pesticides they paint the orange orange
at the grocery store and sprayl it with
smell like an orange perfume
you take it home and fuck your wife or husband
who knows who they were with the night before
does it matter matter is matter and one day
we're all going to fade away.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:37 AM 0 comments Links to this post
Eating Strategies for Type 2 Diabetics by SparkPeople
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A different way of walking
Step after step
he took
this morning
but the steps
were different;
they were timed.
He tried to walk
so fast that
he couldn't talk,
wanting to get
his heart rate up
for the ten minutes
that he was on
his feet.
Before he walked,
he warmed up,
and when he was done,
he cooled down,
and stretched.
It was a very nice way
to start his day.
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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 05, 2010
Me
Howdy
22:35Jane
hi there !!! You still doggone tired....lol
22:36Me
Dogs gone tired...didn t you read?
22:36Jane
was just readin that one...didn't makeit thru
22:36Me
well i ll let you finish can t interupt me with me
22:36Jane
that would just be rude
22:37Me
So is just invading your cyberspace
unless you like the invader
22:37Jane
hey....I put myself out there...or in there..or whatever...I is here
22:37Me
Hear that; you can hide
Watcha lookin for?
22:37Jane
dis is true !!
22:38Me
(By putting yourself out there...?)
22:38Jane
but I'd rather be out there...hehe
22:38Me
(:
How did your day go?
22:38Jane
oops...typing slower than eading
I lik eur pet names...or pet's names.....
22:39Me
thanks
me too
each one is such an individual
22:39Jane
well that's convenient
22:39Me
I had five dogs here today
I was going to invite you to come sit with us!!
22:40Jane
ohyeah...they have their own personalities right
22:40Me
It s amazing really
22:40Jane
ahhh..well I had to get osme sunshine in my bones today
22:40Me
Do you eat meat?
Pool?
22:40Jane
oh yes....didn't for about five years, but do now
pool..yes
22:41Me
I went two without, what made you go back to it
watch out for skin cancer
I get moles cut off each year
22:41Jane
can't remember really...probably cravings for cheeseburgers
22:42Me
Loving that hormone pumped meat
22:42Jane
yeah..sunscreen here....but I gotta get some sun
22:42Me
lots of antibiotics too
22:42Jane
put's hair on your chest...
yikes
22:42Me
cruel raising and killing conditions
22:42Jane
not on mine..promise....
22:42Me
Prove it
22:42Jane
no it is though.....I don't eat veal for tha treason, but really, it's all cruel
22:43Me
Trader Joe has a better meat product
22:43Jane
geeze...now I feel guilty
22:43Me
me too
22:43Jane
ahhh
let's repent
22:43Me
I was anemic while veggie
22:43Jane
oooh...not good
22:43Me
couldn t get a hardon
22:44Jane
I'll take your word on that
22:44Me
ha ha just kidding
22:44Jane
good, cuz I'm laughing
22:44Me
I m just testing you
cock
22:44Jane
duh
still laughing
22:44Me
I m just testing you
penis
22:45Jane
word association?
genius
22:45Me
(:
I have to hear the tail end of the laugh do you mind if I call?
22:46Jane
no problem....
22:46Me
testicles
22:46Jane
damn
specticles
boobs
22:47Me
panting heavy now
22:51Me
panting even heavier now that I hear your voice
22:52Jane
wiping brow
22:53Me
JIM remember that for me.
pussy
22:55Jane
GIM
wussy
gimminy cricket
22:59Me
stalk penis perhaps
23:01Jane
stalk cdelery
23:01Me
cheap rent spankings
insert penis into eggplant
23:05Jane
insert laughter here
I love vegetablews
23:09Jane
man boobs
23:10Me
yuck
not here dear
raw sewage
23:11Jane
ewww
23:11Me
drink up
23:11Jane
bottoms up
23:11Me
show ur butt
23:13Jane
show your penis
23:14Me
after the movie baby
cumere
lil girl
23:15Jane
gomme candy
retard
23:15Me
lickj
lick
lick
lick
then lick some more
23:17Jane
how many licks does it take to get ot the middle
jane be nimble
23:18Me
jane cum quick
23:19Jane
jane cum over the candle stick
23:20Me
lick dick quick
23:21Me
hurry hurry
23:22Jane
furry furry
23:23Jane
but I shave
23:24Me
where
23:25Jane
all over
23:25Me
prove it
23:27Jane
shove it
23:28Me
up ur
23:28Jane
eggplant
23:29Me
beauty
23:31Me
suck
23:32Jane
ass
23:32Me
nice
curves
23:32Jane
thank you
23:34Me
jane and ted and charlie and ru
23:35Jane
see jane run
23:44Jane
mary jane
keep it up
hard
23:45Me
rock
cafe
23:45Jane
to the beat
23:45Me
lunch
money
23:45Jane
brunch
23:45Me
honey
it s funny
23:46Jane
milk and
gimme money
23:46Me
so funny
broke poet
23:46Jane
and you know it
no bagging
23:48Jane
pretty fucking
famous
23:48Me
She looked pretty fucing
She was pretty fucking cool
23:50Jane
fucking cold
fucking hot
23:50Me
she was fucking hot
it was hot fucking her
23:51Jane
she was hot fucking
she was hot; fucking
punctute
puntuate
punctuate
23:52Me
eat tater
yum yum
23:52Jane
tqter salad
tater salad
23:54Jane
ate het tater
her
23:54Me
spoonful me
23:54Jane
spoon fed
23:55Me
lick that tater mam
23:55Jane
I'm a tater ater
23:56Me
later
23:56Jane
gator
23:57Me
masturbate ketchup for love
23:57Jane
I'm stumped
23:57Me
You wanna hump
23:58Jane
yes
23:58Me
why
23:58Jane
I'm a master masterbater
23:58Me
can i bring my camera
and shoot you
naked with your finger
or a cucumber
down there
23:58Jane
in an eggplant
wow
damn wal mart keyboard
Today
23:59Jane
fun with vegetables
night er ator
00:00Me
night er
butter ur breasts
00:01Jane
butter your buns
00:01Me
and I ll pour chocolate on em
and stick in a fore
00:01Jane
lick lick
00:01Me
k
night
00:01Jane
night
00:01Me
night
night
night
00:01Jane
nighty night
00:01Me
nice nighty
night
00:02Jane
naughty n nice
00:02Me
spanky u
night
00:02Jane
spanky da monkey
night
00:02Me
and think of your ears
00:03Jane
friends romans countryman; lend me your's
00:03Me
ha ha
00:03Jane
;
;
00:03Me
i m gone
00:03Jane
;
00:03Me
taking dogs out
00:03Jane
byeee
00:03Me
night for reall
be real
baby
night
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"Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow. We must fail inorder to know. Sometimes our vision is clear only after oureyes are washed away with tears."--Unknown
Jane Reis We all have our stories, we all have our pain, do we choose to stay dry in the midst of the rain? Let's get wet, let it pour, do not choose to ignore, irrigation is good for the soul.
Mikel K Poet Who wrote that?
Jane Reis that would be me ...
Mikel K Poet I like it. Do you write often?
Jane Reis thank you....yes, I've turned to writing more lately to express.It seems to want to come out. Both my parent's write and speak.
Mikel K Poet What type of writing do you find yourself mostly doing? Journaling? Poetry? Fiction?
Jane Reis Now, seems to be poetry. My attention span has always been a challenge so to speak...lol. Poetry, metaphors, etc...I find easier to relate to. I go back also to having my Father read to me from these old nursery rhymes....old books, and I was always captivated by his voice, and the simplicity of the prose. The "message" was there in a clever way. That's always stayed with me.
Jane Reis and frankly, reading your daily prose, is very inspiring.....:)
Mikel K Poet Thanks. How so?
Jane Reis The rawness of it all, the varying thoughts, topics..putting it all out there...just expressing...many reasons....
Mikel K Poet Does that make you want me?
Jane Reis Mikel...you cause a girl with a lotta words sometimes to become speechless. blush blush.....
Mikel K Poet Cumere little girl!
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And it all happened inside my head
I anticipate it.
I plan it all out.
I see it occurring
in my mind, and then,
it doesn't happen.
I am sad.
I angry.
I am disappointed.
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Salivate like a Pavlov's dog;
make a fool of yourself
with the ladies. Nobody is
kicking the door down
to get at you.
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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 04, 2010
Then what will I do?
Send my regards to everyone who I have ever known.
Give a smile to all the people who I will meet,
who I haven't met yet.
Stand in front of the mirror for me in the morning,
and thank God for the day at hand.
Write these poems, and write these memoir entries for me.
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Where do you see yourself in five years?
I wake up in the morning
stand on the scale
look in the mirror
get on the microphone
and begin to spit words,
sit down at my desk,
let the words flow,
make my coffee.
the words go go.
I get back on the microphone
see I'm focused
I know where I want to go.
I know where the words are
taking me.
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Say I love you to all the people that I used to hate
Look around you'll find God
still there will be people going on the nod
This lifetime is not perfect
I still burn the toast from time to time
but I don't get locked up
possession is nine tenths of ownership
I'm not holding anything that can enter me
and take me away to where I don't want to be
You take you with you wherever you go east or west
whether you are high or low wherever you go
I've got my hands on the crayons now
head nowhere near the oven
still have gotten the 9 to 5 line
can't stand all that pushing and shoving.
,
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Fantasy Cruising
When you smile,
my heart erupts.
When you talk,
I can't act tough.
When you whisper
in my ear,
everything but you
disappears.
When you hold my hand,
you take me away to
a happy, happy land.
This dream is better than
I planned,
I hope that it happens soon.
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Thoughts on the snake who ran away
The snake escaped from the zoo,
and was killed by someone
in the neighborhood.
The snake couldn't tell its killer
that it was a prize snake
who was just taking a stroll.
The person who killed it
didn't know that the snake
should have been returned to
a life of being stared at
through glass by humans.
Maybe that's why the snake ran away;
it got tired of being stared at,
it got tired of constantly being
on display.
Maybe the snake is happier
where it is now.
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Trickle down/While you got high
You stole the money that your mother was going to use to buy me batteries for my camera, so that you could buy drugs. I didn't get to take pictures at the art show; no pictures on the internet from the wonderful scene because of you. Because of you showing up at her house high, your mother didn't get to come visit me; so I sat alone. I never realized, when I was a drunk asshole how many people I was affecting because of my problem, but now you are making me see. Thanks for being an asshole. I hope that you live through it. I did. It's better on this side.
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Will you ever come down?
You gave your mother shit,
but straightened up your act
when the cops got there.
You called them on yourself,
that's how high you were.
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Before you do/with you
Getting fucked up
isn't the only way,
but it's the only way
that you can see.
You got a white chip;
hurled it out the car window
on your way home
from every meeting
that you picked one up at.
You haven't hit
your bottom yet;
how many more people
are you going to take down
before you do?
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She hasn't let go
Listen to the sound of her sorrow
she doesn't know how to get along
now that he is gone.
She talks of him endlessly,
hasn't really let go, as you try to connect,
you get further and further away.
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Wear condoms when you get laid
Stop getting stuck in the mud
they tell us
but they don't tell us how.
Stay out of that bed
don't make children
but it's cold
and you took our work away.
They are looking to give you
a ticket at every corner
they say it's in the name of justice
but it's really how they get paid.
What's the smartest thing you can do,
don't succumb to their system,
wear condoms when you get laid.
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The world is crazy and so am I
The world is crazy and so am I.
I can't get the peel of this banana
and it's the last one that I got
so I might starve to death
wouldn't that be somehow funny
all the great things
that I aspired to
and it was a banana
that got me in the end.
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A serious cost
He sings of love and I talk about revolution;
for the most part you can't hurry evolution.
A kiss could topple Kings who pollute our food.
A hug could drop Barons who pour oil in our seas;
maybe. I'd like to think so, but I don't really
think so. It might take soldiers,and the threat
of nuclear bombs to get the scumbags to stop
profiting at a serious cost to us all, but who
has soldiers, but the scumbags, and who holds
the nuclear bombs but the evil ones.
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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 03, 2010
What is milk without cereal,
sushi without soy sauce and wasabi,
you without me?
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Lake Sirmon, Bohemian Artist and Very Hip Hipster: "Had a blast last night at Relapse Theater. Mikel K: genius as always." This is the kind of thing that a poet likes to hear after doing a show.
"Loved the show!!!!!--Melanie B. Pierce, Curator Gallery 1526. Those are the kind, and number of, exclamation points that make a poet feel good the morning after doing a show.
Thursday September 2, 2010: Poetry meets Improv Comedy in an intimate theater setting. The Poet reads for four 2 mintute sessions; the Improv Unit responds to the poetry for ten minutes, four times. The Poet is mesmerizing. The Improv Unit is genius. The Poet is Mikel K. The Improv Unit is IMPROV MONSTER. The Theatre is Relapse Theatre. Poetry and Improv Comedy will never be the same.
REVIEW BY THE POET: IMPROV MONSTER were mind-blowing. The audience was incredible. Production Manager Mario hit me with a nice soft spotlight that made me feel wonderful. I have been doing most of the material for yearS, mostly in bars, and it felt very, very good to work in a small theatre.
Relapse Theatre is a small, blink and you miss it, while driving by, kind of place, located at 380 14th St. in Midtown, near Georgia Tech. I had expected for there to be a huge lit up sign out front with my name on it, a brass band waiting for me, outside, playing loudly upon my arrival,and huge spotlights lighting the skies to herald the fact that I was there, but there wasn't any of that. There was an unlit sign, outside a dark building, that said Relapse Theater.
I got lost on the way, and almost didn't make my own show. You can't look for a theatre that is on 14th street on tenth street, and when I realized my mistake I wound up, somehow, at 17th street. "Be here at 9 for a 9:30pm show they had told me."
It was 9:15pm, and I still hadn't arrived. Was I destined to not be a star?
I was sweating bullets in the car, and had to call my olderst boy, and ask him to get on the internet to find out exactly where I was supposed to be. He guided me. I got there on time, barely. At 9:30pm the show began. I was very glad that I was there to be a part of it. I was told that they were ready to go on with out me: the show must go on, and all of that.
The Relapse Theatre is a cool, and funky little spot. You climb several layers of stairs to get to the actual theatre, wich is a very warm, and intimate, space. I wish this thearte the very best. I hope that Improv Monster plays to packed houses, all the time, soon. They are a very talented, and funny group of human beings. Their reactions to my poems, which was the idea of the gig, were astute, and hilarious. Writer Bret Love, who hooked me into the gig, is a huge multi-talent. I always knew that the man was a great writer, a great editor of writers (he used to edit me, back in the day), but he also has a comedic wit, a comedic sense that is uncanny, and hilarious.
The audience was incredible. It sounded like there were hundreds of people out there, by the way they roared. They understood my poems, laughed at all the right times, and ewwwed and awwwwwwed when they were supposed to. I give them an A plus.
You should check out IMPROV MONSTER, you should check out The Relapse Theatre, and you should check out Mikel K Poet the next time that I do a show. I am certainly a Superstar; a huge, huge Superstar. Oh, by the way, I am looking to book me for the next Mikel K Poet show. Have you a need for a poet, or any ideas?
http://www.relapsecomedy.com/
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"Just the economics made people share, and help each other out."--Bill Withers
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 02, 2010
By accident, really, I am listening to classical music. I left the radio on NPR, tonight, as I have been doing, for the dogs, when I left the house. I think that they like NPR than the country station that I had been leaving on for them, because it was the only station that came in very well on my radio. NPR plays great classical music.
They play such great classical music that I am listening to it even though I am very tired, and, normally, when I am very tired, I turn all music off. There is something about fatigue, and music, that doesn't blend well for me. In the morning, when I am rising, and am groggy, it is still the same: no music until later in the day.
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Traffic gets in the way,
and I quit getting laid
once I put the bottle away;
my time was spent with my children,
not trying to convince some lady
that she should come home with me.
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I'll tell you what the going rate is.
You tell me what you want to pay.
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I can feel my self fragmenting
scattering disintegrating,
scattered, but not yet smothered
I might holler out to the waitress,
if my lot in life was to work
at a mobile park diner.
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And if the band you're into changes careers;
they're still making music, but now sales is
more their thing.
I was mowing the neighbor's lawn
just the other day, trying to make me
some pay; I don' t know that I should
throw my hard earned money away.
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Should your love be the best that it can be?
Down the boulevard of love I have traveled,
hitchhiking alone. Nobody picked me up,
nobody filled my love cup. Maybe love isn't
what I thought it was; how about you,
have you found love, or not? Have you settled
for what you have found figuring that
it was about the best thing going?
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When we need a friend
Sometimes, I am down and out,
and you reach out.
I can ignore you, saying
I don't need help;
I was raised to be strong,
a real man carries on.
A real man can do it all.
Sometimes you are down and out,
and I reach out,
and you ignore me,
saying that you are
supposed to be strong.
Where are we then:
alone when we need
a helping hand,
alone when we need a friend.
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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 01, 2010
I never got her name,
but I knew that I was never gonna be the same.
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What more can a smile be?
I see you out laughing
but when you see me
you frown, or look away.
I was the first one
who was nice to you,
I guess you are holding that
against me.
Some people can't accept
that a smile is a smile.
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You're looking to be the entertainment
want to see your name up in the lights
feel what it is like
to have that spotlight hit you
feel those people sceam
listen to them whisper your name
like you were the second coming
of Christ.
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Love looks good on paper
Some women smile at you
when you are busy doing your thing
and when you finally smile back
they stop smiling at you
like it was some sort of little game
that she likes to play.
If I am of the right mind
I haven't got time to worry
about a lost smile here or there
I need to concentrate
on what's on my plate
summer's gone and no one is going to
pay my heat bills once fall
quickly fades away.
Love looks good on paper,
but it's never been
a long term thing for me.
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Don't eat the angels
Eat the angels,
the ones made of candy,
not the silent ones,
that guard you in the night.
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I don't really know
where it will lead,
but I do know what
I believe,
I believe that time spent
on the mat is time well spent.
I believe that time spent
on the mat is time heaven sent.
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People have brought me food,
which shows the love.
People have put money
in my account,
which shows the love.
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I don't want to start the day bitching
but you call yourself a Republican
and you think that everybody should be
like you, and if you ever fall,
who will you turn to when you have voted
to make there be no safety net.
I understand you, because I am
much like you; I help no one but myself,
and, then, when there is nothing
to help myself to, I fall fast,
and further than someone who has
built a safety net.
A man takes care of himself,
and if he can't take care of himself,
he must not be a man
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A good woman kept me up
last night, but we did nothing
that would bond us artificially.
I am big on this
artificial bonding stuff,
whereby I think that I am
in love with her,
because I slept with her.
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Posterior Analysis
Will that come to me
which has been eluding me,
when I have not tried to get it?
Anyway, you can have a dream
in your mind but you have to
get off of your behind
to achieve it.
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Who am I really?
I'm a legend
in my own mind.
Yesterday,
I realized,
when my account
was overdrawn
and I couldn't
buy food,
or pay for
my medication,
that I was lucky.
I could have been
struck while riding
my bike, turned
into a vegetable
immediately.
I could be strung out
on crack, selling my
ass.
I could be a lot
of things,
other than what I am,
and I am thankful
to be
what I am.
That said,
can you put
some money
in my tip jar
to help me through
this period.
ATT called today,
and said that
could find no record
anywhere
of them charging
my account,
and that I
should file
a dispute.
And so I will.
I thank Annette,
Holly, Emily.
and Caroline
for your help;
you all are angels,
who refuse to
let me drown.
Rolling on
We'll keep rolling on, and on, and on
doing things the same old way
extracting oil from the sea
and, maybe, we'll get away with it
but if we don't won't there be hell to pay.
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What comes along
If a melody comes to mind,
and some words that rhyme,
if I get some verses in my head,
and a chorus,
then maybe I'll write a song,
but until then
I will keep jotting down
what comes along.
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Stealing the last of you
You found freedom on the outskirts of the farm
I found you there sitting by yourself
and I sounded the alarm something is wrong
he doesn't come to the town dances,
at meals he barely glances around.
I had you locked away where they could study you
give you pills because there had to be
something wrong with you
now I realize that you weren't trying to get away
it was just your way of operating
how can I apologize
that last lobotomy stole the last of you.
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I wasn't the son
that I should have been.
I'm sorry that I wasn't the brother
who respected him.
I'm sorry for all the jail cells
that I left blood in.
I'm sorry for all the back seats
of police cars that I wound up sitting in.
I'm sorry for all the loves
that I ruined loving alcohol more
than I loved her, looking into her eyes
in a drunken rage,
more than in a quiet loving way.
The song So. Central Rain(I'm Sorry) is over,
so I'm going to stop apologizing for now.
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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 07, 2010
I'm a voyeur it's my pleasure
to have you watch me
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Like the others do
Sitting fools make the rules
and then we run around trying
not to get behind what the guy
next door has oh no honey look
he's got a new butter knife
we better run out and get
a motorcycle we have only one
life we must live it like
the others do.
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Idiot's Pleasure
Time is over you are left holding a three leaf clover
hoping to win the lottery; you're more likely to get
a lobotomy, don't you know that the makers of the game
are laughing at you.
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The world will not rearrange to fit
your expectations are not working out
work out get rid of that monster in you
around you surrounding you building
a barrier around you. Pretty flowers
will not change anything, they will not
cause me to hesitate to do what I have
to do with or without you I will bring
the troops home if you give me your vote
nobody will have to pay for anything.
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The pillows are better off empty
Don't put yourself to sleep
you've already gotten in too deep
you can't take these feelings to bed
with you
Sleep alone until someone calls
you on the telephone
wheeling and dealing
trying to arrange a meeting
always something up your sleeve
always something to achieve
you can't believe people sit still
and breath.
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You're as lovely as the prettiest flower,
as bright as a beautiful day.
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I want you to know I am going through something and your "be ruthless" spoke to me this morning. Thank you.
Meghan
I love sausage. I realize that it is not very good for me, and I further realize that it is not any good for the animal that it was made out of. Poor animal. Poor me.
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In the wink of an eye
He used to run the Little League Baseball bases,
I used to hit him endless fly balls,
on the baseball field, after his team's practice had ended
and pitch to him from the mound until it was dark.
He came to work with me,
I delivered pizza, and he threw his baseball
against the wall of the building that housed
our pizza factory.
Until he was 14, we did everything together,
then I lost him to skateboarding, and other kids.
Today, he is a mechanic, in the day,
and often skateboards at night.
You wonder how the time slipped away.
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The climax never came,
but I didn't go insane
having been robbed of it.
I put the figurative condoms
back in the imaginary box,
too bad: she was such a fox.
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The weather has been weird:
we had some beautiful cool days,
and, now, we are back to hot again.
I thought that I could give
my air conditioners a break,
but the poor things, are still
working overtime.
I was hoping for a break in my bill, also,
but no such luck for a sucker.
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Lick it good
The particles of food
that drop from my mouth
to the floor are consumed
by one of my dogs,
usually Bundy, who has,
usually, assumed
the most strategic position.
The particles of food
that drop to my chest,
bet wiped off with a rag,
I need you here to lick them.
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The breakfast of a champion
The oatmeal is cooked
in two minutes
and forty five seconds.
I add milk,
sliced bananas,
and a touch of salt.
It is a cheap meal,
supposedly healthy.
I used to hate oatmeal,
but I guess like beer,
it is an acquired taste.
I am about to taste some
now, oatmeal not beer.
Yum. Yum.
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Who's the boss?
Shawtie doesn't shut up
for most of the day,
and for most of the day,
Bundy sits on my Yoga mat.
I would really rather
that Shawtie shut up.
and I would really rather
that Bundy didn't sit
on my Yoga mat,
but I mostly don't get
what I want around here,
even though I am in charge.
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I couldn't figure out
belonged to the number.
that appeared on my caller i.d.
I went through all
of my phone numbers
and it didn't match.
Maybe I'll call it
I thought to myself,
but what if it turns out
to be someone who I don't
want to talk to.
I went to bed scratching my head;
when I woke up,
she had called again,
only this time had left a message.
She was not a prospective love,
she was the lady from the cheap food place
calling to get my order.
Food satisfies me,
when love is lacking.
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 09, 2010
I'm doing nothing but waiting
for the right girl to come along.
It is often frustrating
the path that I am on.
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Lesson
I believe in love
though I have let me down.
I believe in the smiles,
that came before the pain.
I believe in the hand I held
before she walked away.
I believe that after the pain
there is going to be a better day.
I believe that there is a lesson
in everything.
I believe that there is a better way,
than the way that it was before.
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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 08, 2010
Mikel K
Poet (1982 to present)
Published in many magazines
Developed followings(Readers)
on My Space, OpenSalon.com, and Facebook
Planning to get an MFA in Poetry/Memoir
Music Writer (1983 to 1987)
Wrote the Local Music Column "Backstage Pass,"in the weekly newspapers,
Footnotes, and Poets, Artist, and Madmen.
Hosted and produced the Public Access T.V. Show, "Your 15 Minutes R Up,"
using contacts as a music writer to bring many Atlanta bands, poets, artists,
and performance artists, from the community, into the tv studio.
Education
BS in English with Journalism Minor from Georgia State University
Wrote for The Atlanta Journal Constitution for about a year and a half before I got a
college degree in writing.
Voted "Best Spoken Word Performer," by Creative Loafing Readers two years in a row.
My memoir, "The Delivery Guy," is selling on Lulu.com.
There have been two films made about me: "Mikel K: Outspoken Word," by David Scott Barron, and "Mikel K: The Movie, a flick by James B. Truax).
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Appraisal
You're eyes are burning,
my head is turning away from you;
we've been down this path before,
a graveled driveway barefoot.
We both get hurt,
we both keep running back
to the source of the pain;
it's insane.
You need to go be with
what's his name,
and I need to go back to doing my thing
like I was when I met you
such a long, long time ago.
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Biscotti biscuits taste like sandpaper
in my mouth I spit the delicacy out
after paying top dollar. Some things are
like that, sometimes trailer trash thinking
is the way to go.
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Subliminal
If we have no future
then this time is passed.
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Burn his church
Parade's not fun.
Sunday's not just for
religion anymore.
Some nut in Florida
is getting all the attention;
he's not burning the flag,
or the bible,
he's trying to kill soldiers
in Iraq, and Afghanistan.
Freedom of speech
is just stupid, sometimes.
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Girls by the minutes, the hours
I've never experienced them
like that I've never been a Superstar.
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Don't run the yellow light
The rules you've followed
have drawn the lines on your face.
The things you've swallowed,
I've withdrawn from.
Take it easy.
Take it easy, baby.
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Sex lies drugs hugs hope kisses.
Whatever serves you best
putting love to the test
it might leave you
who conceived you
was she just intoxicated
was it just a one night stand
so you didn't find love there
who cares
it's out there somewhere
you just got to look for it
no text book for this situation
infatuation might not be it
sex lies drugs hugs hope kisses
who knows where it all leads to
try to believe in you it will be
much easier.
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What do you think?
I'm a dreamer, but maybe I should wake up
over half of this life has past me
and my dreams haven't fully come true
Maybe I should start dreaming your dream,
become something other than me.
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Leading by example is the key
but then don't sneak around in the cave
thinking nobody will see.
I really want to throw things at Shawtie, and kick her, at times; and tonight was one of those times. The UPS man knocked on our front door, so, of course, Shawtie, and Bundy, went ballistic.
I got Bundy to quiet down, by hollering at him, "Go home, Bundy. Go home." Bundy knows that this is one of my signals to him to get him to stop barking. Well, since Bundy stopped barking, Shawtie stopped barking, and she followed Bundy behind the old chair, in the corner of our living room, which is one of the places where Bundy "goes home."
The next thing I know there is a loud dogfight happening behind the chair. The dogs are fighting over who is going to get to stay behind the chair. Shawtie likes to take over, whenever she comes over, and I don't like that. She should fit in, dumass dog. I really want to kick her, sometimes.
Now that I have written how well that I have done in not eating chocolate, I have this sudden craving for brownies. I won't cave into it though; I want to be a thin man. I want to have one of those awesome Yoga bodies that you see on people who have been practicing Yoga for a long time. I want to be Supermn.
Today will be an interesting day. I already have three dogs, two cats, and two turtles here with me in this very small abode, and I am about to get two more dogs added to the mix. Dude, and Shanghai will join us, and my hope is that Shawtie will get along with Dude. Shawtie normally lives with Shanghai, over at G2's house, so there should be no problem there. But Dude is new to our extended family of dogs; Kevin brought Dude home several weeks ago to live with him. I am hoping for the best, but will be keeping a strong eye, and an ear out for any pre-battle growling. I am tied to this house for the day, for certain. It is like 61 degrees outside. It felt marvelous, when I took the dogs out this morning. It is Sunday; rejoice that we have the gift of life.
I have this kind of fancy paper towel holder that I bought when times were a little less tough than they are now. Right now there is a cardboard paper towel tube sitting on the holder with two paper towels on it. I refuse to use these last two paper towels because I can't afford to buy new paper towels, and I don't want to admit to myself that I am out of paper towels, that I can't afford to buy paper towels because I am overdrawn at the bank. I do Yoga to go inward, not outward, and as I do Yoga, paper towels don't matter to me.
I just ate what is, basically, the last of the food in this abode. I am hoping that the government will deposit money in my account in time for me to buy dinner with it. If it is true that unemployment benefits come out weatlthy Republican senators wallets, and bank accounts, then I seriously wish that they would up my ante, as soon as possible.
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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2010
Nothing I could do
I realized that your voice
was like a spike in my throat
causing me great pain
causing me to bleed,
but I couldn't leave.
I was in love with you.
I was in love with you,
and no matter what you
put me through, there was
nothing I could do,
nothing I could do.
I'm limping through
this life, because
because I'm in love with you.
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Henry, the Great Dane who lives next door, is visiting, and for a brief second, the thought flashed in my mind to give the three dogs some beans. This thought occurred to me seconds after I had been looking in the refrigerator, wondering what I was going to have for dinner tonight, the final supper before my monthly credit went on the EBT card at midnight. Well, I do have oatmeal, I thought (not in the refrigerator, of course). I have eggs. I have rice. And I have beans.
I have been eating beans for a couple of days now, and I think that I was thinking of getting rid of some of the beans by sharing them to the dogs, but then I realized what a mess that would be. Morisson, and Bundy would be farting, and Henry would probably take a large, wet, brown, stinky shit on my carpet. He had done if before when I was stupid enough to feed him something that he should not have been fed.
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Stephen King, with regard to rewriting your book: "Only God gets it right the first time and only a slob says, 'Oh well, let it go, that's what copy editors are for."
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My kind of girl:
me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
her: a whore a cum swallowing, handcuff holding, boot wearing, hard ridiing whore
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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 2010
At 53
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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2010
You're not really what you said you were; are you? You are a fake. You were lieing, or stretching the truth to suit you, the night that I met you. You were like a janitor who meets a girl, and tells the girl that he is a teacher, because he is scared that she won't go for a janitor. He is scared that this girl who looks, and acts, very appealing to him wouldn't go for the guy who cleans the toilets; so he tells her that he is the math. teacher, and that he coaches the defense on the high school football team. And then, when she calls him, she finds that his number doesn't exist. He was scared to give her his real number, scared that she would find out the truth about him. That's you. That's kind of what you are like; isn't it?
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You were supposed to be around
for forever; I guess I made you
wait too long. You're gone now,
and I am here, left to feel
only disappointment. What have
I done wrong? How can I fix it?
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Somebody's cold one is getting warm.
It sits on the front of the car,
while the cop puts you through
the test.
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Though I have never seen them
I know that her eyes pierce
like,
well, I don't know like what,
but I bet you that they are pieccing,
and her smile is like,
well, again, I don't know what it is like,
because I haven't met her,
but I am willing to bet that it is
quite a smile.
I keep looking at her pictures,
over and over, trying to figure out
if they are really the girl with whom
I chat on the internet with,
if she is really the girl
who I chat with on the phone.
That girl is incredible,
but do you really ever know
what will happen until you get some real time,
until you really see if her eyes pierce,
until you really see if her smile is beautiful.
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You re too tall, could you take a fall from those heels.
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Hold up your chin; I'm looking for what is within.
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Oh well
I figure that by now
you realize that
I'm not made of gold,
but hopefully seeing me
as I am
won't make you stay away.
If you do, you won't be
the first,
oh well, I say, oh well.
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Jane 1216 HARRIS COMMONS PL, 30076 ROSWELL
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I'm starting my hour timed writing at 10:59 a.m. this morning. I just glanced over at my turtles. They are running back, and forth on the bottom of their box. Their water needs to be changed, but I won't have money for new filters until Tuesday, if then.
Whether I have money for new filters or not will depend on what kind of a deal that I can work out with the utility company on paying my bill. If I get to spread the payments over three weeks, the turtles will get a new filter this Thursday, if they make me pay in two payments, the turtle will have to wait at least two weeks for a new filter.
In his book, "On Writing," Stephen King describes how broke he, his wife, and their two children were as Stephen was embarking on his writing career. Stephen had a low paying job as an English teacher, his wife worked at Dunkin' Donuts; their car needed a new transmission, and they couldn't afford one, and they didn't have a phone.
Stephen King, and I, have this broke thing in common. The strange thing is that he is about my age, now, not broke, and I am still broke. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over, and over, and expecting different results.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
My friend David Herrle just published his first book of poetry, "Abyssinia, Jill Rush," has just been published by Time Being Books. David knows that I am broke, and is sending me a copy! Since I haven't read the book, yet, I can't tell you anything about it; I can only tell you that David Herrle is a very intelligent, and creative fellow, and it would behoove you to buy a copy of "Abyssinia, Jill," and read it.
http://www.timebeing.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&category_id=56&flypage=FULLflypage.tpl&product_id=122&vmcchk=1&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=24
Someday, I will get my act together and publish both my poetry, and my memoirs. For now, I seem happy to just write. Remember the lines from Jim Morrison that went, "Time to live; time to die?" Well, my motto is, "Time to write; time to publish!"
The other morning, I was doing my walk early. Squirrels were scattering to the side of me, as I walked, and birds flew to tree branches above my hear. It was a weird, almost surreal experience. Perhaps the animals were not used to intrusion at such an early point in the morning. I said hello to them, but they did not talk back.
Even though my youngest son is 21, and is very self-sufficient, I still worry about him from time to time. I think that, primarily, I am thinking back to what a mess I was at that point in my life. In the period directly before becoming a mess, I certainly did not think that I was a mess. I thought that I was having fun, drinking, and chasing the ladies. Most of the ladies eluded me, but the booze caught up with me. I don't have any idea what my son't social life is like, it's not the type of thing that he discusses with me, but I pray that his outcome is better than mine was.
Shawtie has only one or two more days with us, as a visitor. This time out she has been so much better than the last time that she stayed with us. She has gotten into only three very minor skirmishes, all with Bundy; none with Mo this time.
Shawties has spent a lot of time on the edge of the kitchen, hoping that I would throw her scrapse. Right now she is at my feet, curled up next to Bundy. I am amazed that the two of them can share the small space that exists under my desk. I am, also, amazed that Bundy is willing to share this space. This space is his space. Shawtie is tougher than him, so I guess that there is really nothing that he can do.
Today, is the 9th anniversary of what has come to be known as 911. Bin Laden, allegedly responsible for the catastrophe, has not been caught in all that time. People have different claims for what happened, and who was responsible. Some people say that The Government staged it. I have no idea who was responsible.
I do remember the fear that ran through my head and heart, as I watched the Twin Towers die, with all those people burning to death inside.
There was that same feeling of powerlessness, that I had felt in Tallahassee, Florida, when Ted Bundy had killed my friend Margaret Boman, and several of her Chi Omega sorority sisters, and we didn't yet know who had done it.
Was the world ending? Was the US under attack? Who were the madmen at work on this, were the thoughts going through my mind as I watched the horror show take place in New York City.
Am I next? Who is next? Who could have done such an evil thing, were the thoughts running through my mind, after my friend, Margaret, was randomly, and senselessly killed.
I hope that I never feel like I did in either of these instances, again. I hope that you never have to feel like that again, for I am sure that September 11, 2001 was a mind-altering, life-changing thing for you experience,also, to understate things.
God bless us all.
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There is nothing on my mind
I'm feeling rather kind,
but there is no one to be kind to
the dogs, and cats are still asleep.
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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2010
Is black black?
I see colors, no I don't
I see everything in black,
and white: that's a lie.
I see things the way
that you see things,
unless you are a serial killer,
then we have a different point of view.
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"Without Constant Reader, you are just a voice quacking in the void."--Stephen King, "On Writing."
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Sometimes it feels like poop in your head
when you've stayed in bed for too long.
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It looks as if her car has really broken down
I down have to feel like such a clown
thinking that she has let me down.
She's too old.
I am young at heart.
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It is sometimes that hardest thing to do
to make one and one become two.
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Perhaps, one day, I will understand
the look you had in your eye for me
tonight.
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My brain is a boxing ring.
Sometimes it flutters like
a butterfly.
Sometimes it stings like
a bee.
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Old fisherman down by the sea
knows nothing about me,
and I know nothing about him.
Construction worker up up high
doesn't signal when I go by.
Cop at the stop light waving at cars,
doesn't wave at me.
All the women clicking their heels
on the sidewalks downtown,
don't smile when I come along.
I'm mostly alone in this crowded city,
and I guess that I could frown,
but that would make me a clown.
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The applause is not for me.
It is for Jerry, and his band.
They are playing live in my office.
"Just one thing I ask of you," Jerry sings,
as I spill coffee on my shirtless body.
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2010
Wondering about it sometime later
I'm coming down/way down down
my city never looked so dirty.
Last night, I was electrified.
I was so high. I was so high.
Everything looked beautiful.
Girls in their makeup,
gum stuck to the pavement.
I want to get high.
I want to get high, high, high.
Why do I wonder, only now,
two decades later,
did I have to get high, high, high?
Imagine That
Blessings come
where you are,
you don't have to
walk on water
to get to them.
Anna is loved
Anna did good today.
She did not poop in the house.
I am always happy for this,
because when she is on my guard,
I have to pick up her poop,
and there are simply things
that I would rather do with my life.
Anna is one of the two Great Danes
who lives next door.
She is 9 and 1/2 years old,
which is very old in Great Dane years.
Anna spends most of her time
laying on the bed.
Anna needs love, and she gets it.
All cats are not created equal
The neighbor's cat jumped up
on the counter
and knocked my bowl of ice cream
to the floor.
"Oh my," exclaimed my neighbor,
"You have to be careful, here;
my animals have not been trained
like yours."
I don't remember training my cats,
but I have never had any trouble
leaving a bowl of food anywhere
around them.
I have trained my dogs.
They would jump up on the counter
and steal my food, if so allowed.
A momentary lapse
I'm dormant
drawing a blank
wanting to nap
but knowing
that I will be
up all night
if I do.
So, what then?
I am not motivated
to rewrite;
don't feel creative
enough
to write.
Something
will come to me
here, soon.
Kobain
I get in the bed
and he follows,
he likes me
to scratch him
on the head.
Visual
She hiked her skirt.
The higher meaning
of this, was evident.
Move it
Speculation often leads to frustration.
Sometimes, you need to act, and not ponder.
Seeya
It's too late,
it's too late, baby;
I've made up my mind,
and I ain't never
going to change
the way I now feel.
You had your chance.
I gave you
plenty of opportunities,
but you took me for granted,
and now I am gone.
It's too late.
It's too late, baby.
Sunrise Sunset
The sun will set this evening,
another day done.
Murders will have occurred
during the day,
cats will have been fed,
and loved on.
Someone will have had
a sex change operation.
A dog will have received
love, along with his dinner.
A man will have hit his wife
breaking her collar bone.
A child will have scored
his or her first goal ever in soccer.
The man who broke his wife's collar bone
will cheer for his child;
his wife will sit quietly
in the bleachers
numbed by the pain pills
that she has come to live on.
Squirrels will steal seeds
from a bird feeder,
and the sun will rise
in the morning.
The meaning of a full moon
The moon has been full,
for two days in a row now.
I didn't notice it,
but it was pointed out to me.
What does a full moon mean to you?
What does a full moon mean to me?
I can only speculate
Come on baby, let's roll
roll a joint?
roll in the sack?
What is the singer
singing about?
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Wondering about it sometime later
I'm coming down/way down down
my city never looked so dirty.
Last night, I was electrified.
I was so high. I was so high.
Everything looked beautiful.
Girls in their makeup,
gum stuck to the pavement.
I want to get high.
I want to get high, high, high.
Why do I wonder, only now,
two decades later,
did I have to get high, high, high?
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Imagine That
Blessings come
where you are,
you don't have to
walk on water
to get to them.
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Anna is loved
Anna did good today.
She did not poop in the house.
I am always happy for this,
because when she is on my guard,
I have to pick up her poop,
and there are simply things
that I would rather do with my life.
Anna is one of the two Great Danes
who lives next door.
She is 9 and 1/2 years old,
which is very old in Great Dane years.
Anna spends most of her time
laying on the bed.
Anna needs love,
and she gets it.
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All cats are not created equal
The neighbor's cat jumped up
on the counter
and knocked my bowl of ice cream
to the floor.
"Oh my," exclaimed my neighbor,
"You have to be careful, here;
my animals have not been trained
like yours."
I don't remember training my cats,
but I have never had any trouble
leaving a bowl of food anywhere
around them.
I have trained my dogs.
They would jump up on the counter
and steal my food, if so allowed.
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A momentary lapse
I'm dormant
drawing a blank
wanting to nap
but knowing
that I will be
up all night
if I do.
So, what then?
I am not motivated
to rewrite;
don't feel creative
enough
to write.
Something
will come to me
here, soon.
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Kobain
I get in the bed
and he follows,
he likes me
to scratch him
on the head.
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Visual
She hiked her skirt.
The higher meaning
of this, was evident.
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Move it
Speculation often leads to frustration.
Sometimes, you need to act, and not ponder.
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Seeya
It's too late,
it's too late, baby;
I've made up my mind,
and I ain't never
going to change
the way I now feel.
You had your chance.
I gave you
plenty of opportunities,
but you took me for granted,
and now I am gone.
It's too late.
It's too late, baby.
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Sunrise Sunset
The sun will set this evening,
another day done.
Murders will have occurred
during the day,
cats will have been fed,
and loved on.
Someone will have had
a sex change operation.
A dog will have received
love, along with his dinner.
A man will have hit his wife
breaking her collar bone.
A child will have scored
his or her first goal ever in soccer.
The man who broke his wife's collar bone
will cheer for his child;
his wife will sit quietly
in the bleachers
numbed by the pain pills
that she has come to live on.
Squirrels will steal seeds
from a bird feeder,
and the sun will rise
in the morning.
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The meaning of a full moon
The moon has been full,
for two days in a row now.
I didn't notice it,
but it was pointed out to me.
What does a full moon mean to you?
What does a full moon mean to me?
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I can only speculate
Come on baby, let's roll
roll a joint?
roll in the sack?
What is the singer
singing about?
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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2010
I am worried about Kobain. He is curled into the fetal position on my bed. I keep looking over at him to see if he is moving. I keep checking him to see if he is breathing. We went to a pet store, last night, both cats, and both dogs, and I, to get discount shots. I don't remember Kobain being this lethargic, last year, when I went somewhere else to get my shots.
I hope that the shots that they gave him don't kill my cat. I am pretty attached to Kobain. He is the one that climbs into the bed with me, when I lay down at night, and demands that I pet, and scratch him. He is the one that, then, curls up next to me, and falls asleep. I don't know what I would do without him, and I don't want to find out now. People are saying that it is normal for a cat to be lethargic after he gets his shots. They are also saying to call a vet. I feel very weird about calling my regular vet since I did not go to her for shots, this year. Her prices are good, but the prices offered by the clinic that is run at the pet store are even better. I think that maybe it is a sin to be poor, and have pets. As it is, I was several months behind on getting them their shots. I'm a sinner and I should be shot.
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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2010
See you later.
See you tonight.
See you naked
under the moonlight,
my fantasy girl,
my imaginary lover,
if you were here,
I'd pull you under
the covers.
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i tweeked my poem..i like it better...thanks for the feedback..
i'll probably change it again....haha
rewrites
10:49Me
I saw that. It looks good.
A lot of times poems are as much about what you take out as what you leave in.
10:50Jane
promise you'll always tell me if somethin sucks !!!
I know what you mean !!!
10:51Me
As long as you realize that it is just one opinion and that, no matter how much you may hold me in such esteem, I am not God, or The Poetry God!
10:52Jane
not to worry
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101
I've got Lucinda stuck in my head
while I'm thinking about you
how your smile draws me in
how your ass calls out to me
Baby sweet baby
Won't you send your love my way.
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Turned out she was fat,
and worse than that,
she just wasn't where
it was at.
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Is the word "date" out-dated. Do you, or can you, jinx a situation by calling it a "date?" I am hanging out with this cool chick, tonight; hanging out with a friend is how I choose to look at it, this morning. Maybe, as the time to hook up with the lady draws nearer, I will look more upon it as a date. I wonder what she considers it? A gross imposition on her time! Ha! Doubt that; she would not be showing if she didn't think that I was the coolest thing since white bread. White bread. White boy.
The young lady, and I are going to see Nathan Nelson, and band, play their regular Tuesday night slot at The Northside Tavern. I hate second hand smoke, but Nathan is worth dieing just a little bit for. Nathan and band are one of the most mesmerizing ensembles of musicians that I have ever seen, and I have seen millions of bands. Dave Roth, on bass, and Andy
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Happiness in a bottle
It's hot in here,
but it's not hot
in my mind,
the pink pills
have taken that away.
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Hotel Room Not
She's not worth
breaking the Lord's Law over.
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I disappeared from the scene
second hand smoke drove me off mostly
but there were some other things
eating at me;
it's this insecurity that I've taken
with me from drunk to sober,
it was there when I was a little kid
I can't seem to put the lid on it
I'm much more comfortable at home
I like being alone
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Not now
Always in tomorrow,
you can't forget
about yesterday.
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You made your stand
They found your needle
in your hand.
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Hard times make the poems come easy
I woke up at 4:35 a.m. thinking,
and then I said what am I doing
laying here thinking,
the bills will get paid, somehow,
they always do,
get out of bed,
and find something to do.
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I haven't published anything anywhere
I can't worry about
where you're at.
I can't worry about
your fancy degrees,
I can't worry
where you got
your last poem published,
honey please.
I didn't get into this thing
to see my name on the charts;
always got to remember
where I started,
scribbling poems
in a notebook in a bar
with a stolen pen.
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Oblivion
My ear itches,
my face hurts
to look at
in the mirror
in the morning.
I snore.
My job doesn't pay
my bills.
I smell like coffee
all the time.
My home smells like
dogs, cats, and turtles.
But will you kiss me, anyway.
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That is the beauty of a new day
So I wake up this morning loving
someone who I was mad at, yesterday.
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The poet and the page
You operate alone
at this game
no guarantee of anything
but that that empty page
will always be waiting for you.
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I can't apologize enough,
I thought that I had to be tough,
so I shut the door on you
slammed it shut,
never gave you any explanation
why I was shutting you out.
You were waiting,
I know it was rough,
but I thought that I had to be tough.
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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2010
I like being on your list!
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Lab Rat
You chilled on me,
but that's o.k.
I wasn't really into you,
more into seeing how
you would react.
You were my lab rat, of sorts.
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Slow down
I'm done making love,
I'm not going to use
my cock, I'm going to
use my intuition.
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It's not as refreshing
as I thought it would be,
but, I guess, I am thankful
anyway.
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Salvation
I got you in my sights,
and though I may not be
quite right,
I might just be
the man for you,
cuz you ain't quite right, too.
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Are you alright?
I sometimes wonder about you.
I wonder where you are,
and if you are alright.
I wonder if the sun
still hits your hair
the way it used to.
I wonder if your eyes
are still blue.
I wonder what you
are going through, now,
but, mostly,
when I think of you
I wonder how you are
doing without me.
Chit chat
Sometimes, I talk too much,
and I don't listen at all,
and you just sit there
and take it all in, and then
I feel like a fool,
when you talk because
you have such interesting
things to say.
Inhale
Oh, you are lovely,
the prettiest girl
I've ever seen.
Will you break my heart,
and then just walk away?
If wishes were horses
I wish I could play guitar.
I wish I could fix a car.
I used to want to be a superstar.
Does one bad Deacon spoil the whole bunch, girl?
I told her to go to church
to find a good man, stay out
of the bars, and she said,
I did, and The Deacon hit on me.
Inhale
Pray for him/he might never get it/
but it's not your fault/it's not
your responsibility/you can't program him
to act the way you want him to
you can only program you/the way you react to
the situations given you.
Fired up
Bring on the tanks,
I am willing to break the ranks,
un-isolate myself,
take you in my arms.
Vanished
I am waiting at the door,
knowing I won't see you
no more.
I called you, "a whore."
I was jealous.
I didn't mean it.
Invitation
I am hungry for your touch,
and I'm not out to lunch,
could we please meet for brunch?
What's going on
Shaking his head
in his box
He comes closer
and closer
to understanding
but withdraws instead.
It's easier to live
with the curtains drawn
not knowing what's going on.
--Mikel K
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Are you alright?
I sometimes wonder about you.
I wonder where you are,
and if you are alright.
I wonder if the sun
still hits your hair
the way it used to.
I wonder if your eyes
are still blue.
I wonder what you
are going through, now,
but, mostly,
when I think of you
I wonder how you are
doing without me.
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Chit chat
Sometimes, I talk too much,
and I don't listen at all,
and you just sit there
and take it all in, and then
I feel like a fool,
when you talk because
you have such interesting
things to say.
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Inhale
Oh, you are lovely,
the prettiest girl
I've ever seen.
Will you break my heart,
and then just walk away?
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If wishes were horses
I wish I could play guitar.
I wish I could fix a car.
I used to want to be a superstar.
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Does one bad Deacon spoil the whole bunch, girl?
I told her to go to church
to find a good man, stay out
of the bars, and she said,
I did, and The Deacon hit on me.
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Inhale
Pray for him/he might never get it/
but it's not your fault/it's not
your responsibility/you can't program him
to act the way you want him to
you can only program you/the way you react to
the situations given you.
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Fired up
Bring on the tanks,
I am willing to break the ranks,
un-isolate myself,
take you in my arms.
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Vanished
I am waiting at the door,
knowing I won't see you
no more.
I called you, "a whore."
I was jealous.
I didn't mean it.
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Invitation
I am hungry for your touch,
and I'm not out to lunch,
could we please meet for brunch?
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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2010
What's going on
Shaking his head
in his box
He comes closer
and closer
to understanding
but withdraws instead.
It's easier to live
with the curtains drawn
not knowing what's going on.
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Cry like a baby.
Cry like a virgin,
who's just been raped.
Cry like a kid shoplifting
who just got caught
with the stuff
they haven't bought.
Cry because there is
no mayonnaise
in the kitchen,
it's not quite the same.
We all have a bottom,
a place past which
we just can't go.
Yours might be
scratching your car,
mine might be
pulling the alarm
after setting a fire
in people's brains.
We're all insane,
the pot call's the kettle
crazy.
One minute your an adult,
when you just were a baby.
One minute you're picking flowers,
the next you're pushing up the daisies.
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Faces roll to the ground laughing
the paper bag explodes it's full
of gold, but no one can use it;
gold has been made illegal for poor people.
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She was movie material
top shelf
you would only see her
in short intervals;
gasp, and then move on
with your life.
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Your only as good as your last poem
I dust off my poem maker,
and I shut it down for the night.
In the morning it is waiting for me.
I wake to it drinking coffee.
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I don't have to plead guilty, or innocent
Hello darkness I'm not there.
You'll have to engulf someone else in fear.
The liquor store doesn't have me by the balls.
The cops don't have me in the back of their cars.
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I love you; whoever you are
My love is eternal because
I have no one to love.
I am much better at fantasizing
about love, than being in it.
Being in it seems so ordinary,
while fantasizing about it
makes it seem so special.
Dust off your preconceptions
and come dance with me,
as I sit on the sidelines
hoping not to fall down.
My mind is narrow,
I am looking to expand it.
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I know what you know, but you don't know anything about me.
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Turn the top 40 off
If you're not careful
I will try to fall in love with you
while listening to The Cure,
and then when I play Dylan
I will find fault with you.
You came on like a girl
from a Rick James song,
but turned out to be
no Cinnamon Girl.
I have to stop evaluating love
by my favorite song.
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You might be leaving too soon.
I haven't even arrived.
I see people with bags of groceries
that I can't afford.
It's ok the Lord doesn't ignore us
if we keep on trying I'm buying
groceries at a place that doesn't
cost as much.
Hell, it's all just food.
Hell is place that you go
when you worry about what
the other person has in their bag.
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Lucky
There's a freight train coming
that bears my name.
My name is Lucky,
and that is funny because
I haven't had any luck
in a long, long time.
I fell asleep on the track,
and the train ran over me.
I guess I'm lucky
because it didn't kill me,
but I'm confined to this chair.
I fell asleep drunk
on that track,
and I'm still drinking
in this wheel chair.
They call me Lucky,
could you help a man out
with a quarter?
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What a shock
Your memory is tattooed to my feet,
cuz that's where I put your name,
when I was in love with you,
and, now, every time I put on my sock
I'm staring down at you.
What a shock.
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He has no money, and not much of anything else.
He sings a tune well, plays a guitar as good as
any man can, is the star once a week at the local bar
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Fuck that bird
The red robin ignored me
it saw behind me may past
and said this guy can't last
on the path that he is on.
The bird was wrong.
I have been singing
a different song for so very long.
Even birds don't know
what the fuck
they are talking about, sometimes.
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This girl was so high dancing to the music of the reggae band, and then she started looking at me. I couldn't stand such scrutiny, if she had started to come to me, I would have run; my idea of fun is different than hers. What's the word, fellas, will you do anything for pussy?
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I'm respectfully clean,
got the bar of soap
to prove it.
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You hide what you used to advertise.
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In the paint dept.
Did you say cologne,
or did you say hello?
Are you looking for
diamonds, or do you
want a home?
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Not impossible but not easy
You're starting over
found a four leaf clover
bought some crystals
from the expensive new age store,
but it's going to take more
than that to shed the fat
between your ears.
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When the shadows call
Don't look
Don't look
the shadows call,
and if you are not
careful,
you will fall.
The man says come
with me,
I've got your dream,
and it will be easier
than you thought to achieve.
Don't go.
Don't go,
the shadows call.
Every night the day ends,
and what you will become
depends on what you've done,
and when things seem too easy,
you might have to run.
Don't fall.
Don't go,
where the shadows call.
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The conversation would be mostly superficial, and, mostly, that is o.k., but I'm just not in the mood for it, today, so I don't dial his number; I continue to exist in this near slumber state that I have found myself in, today. In a bit, I will take a nap, but this is one of those days that naps don't chase Mr. Sleepyhead away.
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They are now putting paint
instead of pussy in the ads
that haunt my page.
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Later
Oh it's so me.
I'm so sorry.
You make me want to say,
"Fuck off," but I just
walk off, don't get involved.
I got nothing to lose;
you're a loser.
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It's not guaranteed
When I was him
and he was me,
and you were her,
and she was we,
it all worked
so naturally.
But times have changed,
we've rearranged
the way we think, and feel,
no big deal, really,
time moves on,
and we're lucky
to still be
here with it.
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Just when I start fascinating that she might
want to be with me, she says goodbye, quickly.
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Out by the bird feeder
I put my ear to the ground,
but I heard nothing but the sounds
of silence, early on a morning
in the South. And then the birds
started singing. They said
hello stranger, where have you been;
are you ready to start your day, again?
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Credo
I write through rain, and snow,
and even sleet.
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I'm salivating in anticipation
Bring home a piece of cake,
lick it, and kiss it. Make it
yours, and then give it to me.
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There are other theories
My poems are based on realism;
what is really happening around me,
so if there is nothing happening around me
there will not be much happening.
I can't write about a man in China
making televisions for the USA
because I don't know the China Man.
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Sober thought
When it comes to the poems,this morning,
I am, mostly, drawing a blank,
which is better than being in the drunk tank.
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Despite all demands for love
Jerry is singing
Morisson keeps bringing
his nose under my arm
trying to remove it
for the laptop keys,
mostly this does not
displease me,
though often I ignore
the dog
and keep on doing what I do.
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Cosmetics
My face often hurts
you. I have never seen it;
all my mirrors were smashed
years ago.
(Version 2)
Cosmetics
My face often hurts
you. I have never seen it;
all my mirrors were broken
before I was born.
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Time out
I don't care about novelists,
I care about putting banana
on my oatmeal.
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See me as I am
I'm going to fall asleep
with a pen in my hand,
when I wake up
the book will have been
written.
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We can wait another week.
We can wait a lifetime,
because I don't really care
like I thought that I used to.
I'm not sure how to act.
I'm on pins, and needles, already,
this early in the game.
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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2010
I'm going to kill Bundy. He knocked over my phone, again, charging out from under my desk to go bark at someone passing by our front door. He just doesn't think, this sweet dog of mine. Perhaps I should take him in for a lobotomy; that might help.
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If only I could hold her right hand,
I'm tired of having the wrong hand
extended to me.
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I thought that you knew this
I don't know why people do what they do
I don't understand you, or my feelings
for you.
I have a memory of you in bed,
and yet we have never met, fool yes.
I don't know what love is,
or, maybe, I would have found it a long time ago,
when I was supposed to,
there is a time to love,
I thought that you knew this.
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A gross abstraction of reality
Piss on my passion will you,
and I'll slit your dog's throat
What am I saying?
here are these words coming from?
No one is pissing on my parade;
the enemy is imaginary,
and was only a fleeting thought.
Much of In Search of Lost Time(Marcel Proust) concerns the vast changes, most particularly the decline of the aristocracy and the rise of the middle classes that occurred in France during the Third Republic and the fin de siècle.
Vivian: You've forgotten one thing - me.
Philip Marlowe: What's wrong with you?
Vivian: Nothing you can't fix.
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Sometimes, nothing happens fast enough
like on rainy days, where it rains for a bit,
stops, and starts again, the only thing
being consistent is the grey of the day.
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What is my status with you?
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If she is ignoring anyone,
I assume that it is me,
and, already, we are involved
in game playing.
Things are never simple
between a man, and a woman,
even in a casual affair.
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The hot sauce that I put on my egg whites
is now burning my tongue; easy to see that
there is a cause and effect correlation there
between behavior and effect.
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Today is Sunday,
a day of rest for me,
from exercise.
Yeah.
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Please disregard that last note
that I sent to you
I am not feeling the same way
this morning
I wish that such notes could be rescinded
there is a finality to them
that is not fair.
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I don't feel like smiling
but I will
not because it's my nature
but because it is the wise thing to do
frowning weighs you down
I don't need to carry additional weight
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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2010
I want to eat, but I don't know what food to choose. The choices are limited, so the picking should be easy. I can't think of any word to rhyme with easy, but sleazy.
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Music is not free, they say,
you must die for your country.
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No poems this morning have consumed me,
and I have consumed no oatmeal.
The dogs have all been let out, and fed.
My bed beckons to me.
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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 2010
I hate when I have piss
and I have a hard on.
Thoughts while standing on a planet that isn't Juniper
There was a buildup a stone's throw away,
but we couldn't see it,
our televisions got in the way.
And then milk the sky,
and don't ask why,
and start to cry,
when the sky starts
not to produce.
My thirst is for a definition
of that which I have yet to find.
Should I take it for granted
that I wake up happy, not out of
my mind?
I eat the lettuce spiked with aspartame.
I lose weight, but, ultimately,
the cancer doctor winds up knowing my name.
If you're looking for inspiration;
balance is where I'm at. You won't find me
under a disco ball dancing with a stranger,
sucking down beer until she finds her way
into my presence.
I wish I had the answer, but honestly
I've forgotten the question. Please
don't forget to vote, and then ask what's his name.
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I'd like to spank her,
oooops, I mean thank her
for rousing these feelings in me.
I thought that they had left me,
I thought that they had vacated my house,
yet here they are infesting me.
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If you quit working it, it might quit working for you. Of course, it might not. One can never be sure. Things have a way of doing themselves the way that they want to do themselves, without regards to your feelings, opinions, or beliefs.
I need to dust my desk, and mop my kitchen floor. There is quite a bit of animal hair that has gathered on my desk, and there is oil, on the floor, in front of the oven, in the kitchen, which spreads itself out over all of the kitchen floor via the bottom of my sandals.
I mostly wear sandals in the house, the kind that you can easily slip your feet into. I'm not some kind of a hippy, I just like things to be easy around the house.
I went to the first Atlanta Zombie Apocalypse rehearsal, last night. For the most part, it was fun, and interesting. The director kept fine tuning my performance. I am, now, a bible wielding biker, screaming, "THIS IS THE END," at the people who walk through our zombie set. We open on Friday. It will be fun to see the reactions of the people to us, we zombies, and bikers, and military types, and mad scientists. I can't believe that Halloween is so close. My life is just breezing by. This will be my 53rd Halloween on the planet. I can't go door to door with a pillow case, asking for cany, any more. Waaaaaaaah.
I did a Google search, and a search on Facebook, today, for one of my favorite writers. His name is Thom Jones, and he is best know for three works of short stories that he wrote a number of years ago: Cold Snap, Sonny Liston Was A Friend Of Mine, and The Pugilist At Rest.
I think that I have read all three books. I do know that I have, "The Pugilist At Rest," on my shelf, and I will have to pull it down, and re-read it, soon. I'd like to see some new work out of Mr. Jones, a novel perhaps. He had left writing fiction the last time that I spoke to him to concentrate on making big money writing scripts for Bruce Willis, and Sean Penn.
Big money. Big money. Isn't that what we're all after: big money?
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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2010
I'm fiddling about traveling in cyberspace with no real destination hoping to make some sort of connection it hasn't occurred so far.
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She lays on her bed first fingering herself
then fucking herself with her vibrator
while he watches football on the television
pounding beers.
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Something different
You're one of those people
who I don't know, and yet
we are "friends;" I've seen
your name around, you must
write press releases to the
newspapers like I used to
fascinated to see your name
up in lights. I try not to
do that anymore, mostly
because I have done it,
and, now, I am trying to do
something different.
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He gets off the bed so quietly that I am never sure if he is gone, or if he is still there lying beside me. He will do that, curl up into the fetal position, pushing himself into my ribs, and fall asleep after I have satisfied him with enough head scratching, and body petting.
Someone will like anything I have learned through experience, but, sometimes, no one will tell you what is going on. They won't tell you what they are thinking. They will keep it to themselves, perhaps leaving you to wonder.
It's Monday night, and millions of people are seated in front of a box, often screaming out loud at what they see in front of them. I don't understand the behavior.
Is there still a war anywhere? Are soldiers still going to bed on foreign soil? Is death still in their air?
I haven't seen a butterfly in weeks.
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Cracking the mirror
The moments are slipping away
The window of opportunity
is slowly closing
I'm about to shut the door on myself.
I will probably catch
at least one of my toes
and it will hurt,
but it will be my own fault, at least,
and there is, as ludicrous as it seems,
something good in that.
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If I knew who to call
I would call them.
If it would do any good
I would write them a letter.
Hell, I'd go down to their house,
and knock on their window,
if I had to.
But I don't have to.
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The shooter's in the hand that fits
it's going to hurt quite a bit
not the dead man his path is destined
but the man who pulled the trigger
is now on a very uncertain, and twisted path.
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I'm hoping that his brain is normal,
not like mine. Even angels criticize me.
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This perpetual longing
She probably doesn't love me.
She probably gives very little thought
to me as she moves about her day.
This is o.k.
I can understand this.
What I don't understand is this longing
inside me for something more to happen,
when it really appears as if nothing is going to.
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Fresh flowers would be nice this morning
I don't know where I will place them
but I do know where I will find them
and it won't be at the store for money.
Some people pay for everything
and some people have no money for anything
and the world goes round and round either way.
A crack whore got beat up last night
had sex stolen from her that she was
basically giving away anyway
is a hit or two of crack too much to ask you for
selling her heart and soul?
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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2010
She wants to fuck Charles Manson
and write poems like Anne Sexton.
She doesn't really want to fuck Charles Manson.
Don't cheapen the poem she says to me.
I know what she is talking about,
but, sometimes, I like to cheapen them, anyway.
.
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I m not familiar with her,
but then there are so many women
who I am not familiar with
and there is a building in New York
that I'll never see.
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Love is slow to come to me
Love might be wanting me
to get down on my knees and beg,
and while I am begging
Love will laugh at me.
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Sometimes the writing of a poem is interrupted by the urge of a recent coffee to vacate the body. Lest I lose the poem, I have to fight the urge to
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Choice
You can write
you can read
but you can't
read and write
at the same time.
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Time is precious
I can not be bored
while soldiers are
dieing.
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I'm counting on this coffee to rise me from the doldrums I'm counting on the neighbor's dog to keep on barking, so I'm going to go get Henry, and let him come visit us.
I told Bundy that it was raining, but he didn't believe me. He had to run out when Henry ran in, but he stopped when he got to the porch door, and saw the water coming down. You don't want to take a pee in the rain, now do you, Bundy!
I keep thinking how this is a very boring Sunday evening. Then I keep thinking that life, and Sunday evenings are what you make of them. I have a good book going. What do I expect; strippers?
Somebody has to pay for strippers, and there just isn't any money in site. I've been broke, and now I'm about to be broker, as the food stamp people took ninety five dollars away from me, per month. What the hell is wrong with these people; don't they see that I am trying to write great literature while down here at the bottom of the food chain. Do they really have to make it harder?
Getting voted runner up Best Poet in the local weekly has changed my life absolutely not at all. No strippers.
I have a couple of interesting Poetry Readings coming up, however. The first is at a gallery closing at Gallery 1526 on Saturday, October 15. The closing opens at 7, and Tony Gordon, and I, will go on at 9pm. Tony, an improv bass virtuoso, will be playing stand up bass with me that night. Mr. Gordon and I have not shared the same stage in about 15 years. As we always have in the past, I am sure that we will pick right up where we left off. (Which, of course, was genius.)
The King of Cabbagetown, John Dirga, gave me a shout out, and it appears that I will be telling stories / reading poems at the annual Chomp and Stomp Chili Festival on Sat. November 6. Mr. Dirga is discussing things with his finance committee to see if they can afford me, but I know that I am worth it and things will work out.
I am telling you about these two events to make myself seem larger than I am. Things seem mighty small, this evening, sitting here with a book, not much motivation to do anything. No strippers.
I've actually never been interested in strip joints, or strippers. The guys I knew who had hung out in strip joints, regularly, said that they were hellholes, and that most of the strippers were drug use prone women, who mostlly hated men, because of the way that that men acted around the scantily clad to nude young women in strip clubs. I mean what is it about alcohol, and naked women flaunting their body parts at you that brings out the animal in a man?
The few times that I was in strip joints, I didn't really know what to do. I mean you couldn't touch, and forking over money seemed like a real waste of time to me. I'm cheap when it comes to naked women. I want them to flaunt their wares at me for free.
Any takers?
