Ava Jean

Ava Jean beauty queen or banker.
either way, whatever you choose
you will be loved.

Tuesday January 31 this is your day
Ava Jean. You came into this world
and spread love.

Ava Jean you are a gift from above.
We love you, Ava Jean. We love you.

--Mikel K

Shed A Tear

I know that soon
they will come to
take me to the place
with the padded walls.

And I know that soon
I will burn in hell
or hang out for infinity
in purgatory.

But, first, I'm going to
drink this cup of coffee,
write a poem or two
smile, and shed a tear;

because I know,
deep down in my heart,
that while I was alive
that I had balls.

--Mikel K

Joe,

I got it up. I honestly don't know what happened.
I might have to quit smoking crack. (:

K

PS Thanks for your patience.

James Taylor plays a sad song,
so I write a Happy Poem.

The dogs have no fleas
but they scratch themselves,
and I feel guilty.

Every day is the same.
Each night is no different.
Isn't that a wonder
to be here to experience such?
Every day.
Every day.
Every night.
Every night.

I thought that I'd escaped
the cancer that was above me.
I thought that I'd escaped
the cancer that was below me,
but my wife didn't
and I watched her die
because she drank diet coke.

You ask me how I feel.
I say that my love is real.
You ask me how I know.
I count the reasons
from head to toe.
You can say that you love someone
until you are blue in the face,
and all you might be is blue in the face.

It's too much to answer to the truth

Sound bite tell them
it will be all right;
the world needs saving,
and he says that he is
the man to save it,
despite all the many things
from his past that say
that he is incapable of such.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it
Try to keep your mouth shut.
Thy not to tell them what
you think about them.

It's too much to answer to the truth

Sound bite tell them
it will be all right;
the world needs saving,
and he says that he is
the man to save it,
despite all the many things
from his past that say
that he is incapable of such.

--Mikel K

My last seventeen girl friends are useless to me.

Would Carly Simon write a song like this?

Do your feelings get hurt easily
and then you react in hatred?

Don't you wish that
if you found something
that made you happy
that you had lots of it?

Forever is a long time, and, in this instance, turned out to last for
about six months.

Let this be the last time

Let this be the last time that I yell at you
Let this be the last time that you cry
Let this be the last time.
Let this be the last time.

Putting up with that fucking bitch

She used my phone to call her old boyfriend,
and, now, he is calling my house,
when all she has had is shit to say about him.
If she's a moron; I'm not.
I get angry; she cries. It is a familiar pattern.

I have evidence.
You have innuendo.
I don't play yesterday.

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‎"There are a lot of fillets in that long snake,"
said the man ready for supper, who knew
how to kill the long slimy thing.

"I ain't eatin' NO snake for dinner,"
said his wife. She was going to send
him out to the grocer as soon as he
got home from fishing.

She has cast herself in the role of a kind
of spurned lover; only the one who allegedly
spurned her doesn't remember that much about her.

Does that please the one who
is so often not pleased?

My thoughts are with you,
though my gaze and my touch are not.

Moo

Do you have any real milk?
I'm not looking for some
made with almonds., or beans
but some that we stole
from the cow.

Valerie

It is a Tues. evening, and I am thinking of you
with a smile on my face. It is thing that you do,
to impart smiles upon faces.

--K

Smells Bad

The Kitty Litter box.
The area around the toilet
after I have just made a deposit.
The trash can, if you stick your nose in it.
The exhaust of the car in front of you.
Writer your own in here, children;
there are so many things that stink.

Pussy

My cat is drinking
out of a bowl.
My cat is jumping
up on the bed..
My cat meows
to get things.
My cat gives me love.

--K

Simply

I like to pick flowers.
I like to drive for hours
and hours, if we're going to
the beach.
I like to walk the dogs.
I don't like to get bogged down
in paperwork.
I like to go to bed early.
I like to sleep in late.

My desk is a mess
to everyone but me.
I pretty much know
where everything is
and where everything
should be

Peace and Love

Cats are as bad for plants
as lack of sun, and water.
A bum can't buy a bottle
if you don't give him a buck.
Money runs things, not Love.
If you are out of eggs,
you can't have eggs for breakfast.
New neighbors have different habits
than the old ones.
Peace and Love. Peace and Love.

Wave your fists in menace
you're impotent, and you know it.

Max my speed.

Fill my bank account.
We had recent poll
that said more was more.

I had to say goodbye

Out on a midnight run; that's you.
Home in bed; that's me, but I
used to run with you; we used to
run from one side of this city to
the other. I hope that you are safe
out there, my sisters, and brothers;
I still love you thought I had to
leave the lifestyle behind.

Post storm there are
a multitude of birds singing.
They are happy
that the storm is over.

A screened in porch
is a nice thing to have
especially when there is
a storm in the air.
You can sit on the porch
and marvel at the beauty
of what is happening
instead of getting soaked by it.

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I wish that I had a perfect smile,
for then I could walk a mile with some girl.

You can never make someone else your own.

I'm addicted to my microwave.
I put my head inside it, in the morning
and push a button to wake up.
Can a microwave oven kill you
like a regular oven did Sylvia?

Death in my kitchen

The buzzer on the microwave oven goes off
signalling that my food is cooked. Some people
don't trust microwave ovens; they say that
they are dangerous, can cause cancer, or kill you.

Where have you gone Meredith Hunter?

He thought that his gun would save him
from a million angels that day.
Don't pull a weapon on another man
that you don't know how to use,
that man might wind up chasing
you down the street with your own weapon
or worse, as Meredith Hunter
came to find out on that dismal day.

My dick has never let me down before

I'm looking for a pill
that will help my dick
get hard, besides the ones
that the doctor prescribes
that cost $15 a piece.

I need a cheap pill
that will make my dick bigger
help me fuck longer
and come less sooner.

The ridiculousness of looking
for all this in a pill
just struck me.

So we will be alright

I'm not your stepping stone,
and you are not my stepping stone.

It's easy to eliminate idiots, so

think before you
think before you
think before you
think before you

When I got off at the airport no none was there.

I'd like to take some mushrooms
get back to you
but that just won't do.
I hallucinate no more,
though things might be a little cloudy,
though money might be tight,
though our love doesn't feel right.
I'd like to take a love potion
get back to LA where I'm sure
that my fans await me.

They were screaming like lemmings in the sea,
though a lemming has never come near me.

She's gonna listen to her heart

So, you think you can take her away
because you have a job,
and go to church on Sunday.

--K

Tubes that carry sperm

You keep my refrigerator full
you frequently empty my the tubes
that carry sperm from my epididymis
to my urethra

The Foolishness of Mania

I ran away from you
screaming over my shoulder
about what you had done
to do me wrong,
and, now, I am crawling
back to you whispering
how sorry that I am.

And God will just continue to ignore me


I need a pill for this.
I need a pill for that.
When I get to Hell
the devil is going to
ask for my prescription.

I love the know it alls

I love the know it alls
the ones who say
be more like me
be more efficient
be a better leader
make more money
like me be more quiet.
Investigation into their lives
would prove that
they are the most fucked up
of us all I am certain.

Am I supposed to care about The Masons?

Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about Marilyn Monroe?
Am I supposed to care about John Lennon,
the beatniks, the scumbags running the show?
Who am I supposed to care about? Me? You?
The kids. The dogs. The cats The turtles.

--Mikel K

Bad Mood

Here comes The Love
that I really love,
but I'm going to
send her away.
My moods,sometimes,
still get the better
of me.

He Said

I've always lied to myself;
what are you doing trying
to stick your face in my mirror?
Anyway...

What do you want me for?

Afterthought

I like being an afterthought
somebody's date after
someone else has already
let them down.
I like used tires
because they are cheaper
and that is, usually,
what I can afford.
I like sleeping in late
because I know that
everybody else gets up early.
I like food that is bad for me
but I try to not eat much of it.
I like the sun, and the moon.
I like being alive.

Could it be Love?

She writes, and she paints.
I sniff glue, and rob banks.

His Desert I Wonder

My dog, Mo, is done eating,
so now he is licking my elbow

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Second hand I am; nothing fancy.
Nobody ever drools over me
at the grocery store.

I wonder if it's a sin
to be less than perfect.
If I put too much cream
or stevia in my coffee
is that wrong?
If I wake up, some mornings,
with less than a smile on my face
am I evil?

When You're not on heroin

Got sixteen grandmothers
ain't never seen a one of them;
just dropped a pan of oil
into the dogs n cats' water
frying fish can be fun
when you're not on heroin.

You were dreaming
on the carpet
where you'd puked;
passed out in your own
saliva, vomit, blood
and hope.
You never quit believing
the things that you
now believe sober.

But Fuck

I'm too busy fucking
to pay the rent.
I'm too busy fucking
to make love.
I'm too busy fucking
to get my driver's license.
I'm too busy fucking
to vote.
I'm too busy fucking
fucking,
to do anything else
but fuck.

She parties naked
with men she just met
at the grocery store.

Take Almost Everything

Take my money.
Take my honey.
Take my house,
Take my children,
but just don't take my dog, away,
I've come to depend on him
in so many ways.

Junk from Column


Let's Spend The Night Together...
You can't always get what the fuck you want.

I am working on my resume: Mikel K is a Super-Human, the best poet of all time.
If The Rolling Stones are, or were, the world's greatest rock and roll band,
then Mikel K is the greatest poet of all time.

I wonder if it's a sin
to be less than perfect.
If I put too much cream
or stevia in my coffee
is that wrong?
If I wake up, some mornings,
with less than a smile on my face
am I evil?

Some women want to own you.
Some women want to bone you.
Some women want to leave you alone.
Some women want nothing at all
to do with you.
Some women have their head
up their ass when they pass gas.

Could it be Love?

She writes, and she paints.
I sniff glue, and rob banks.

Questions while The Sex Pistols Play

If you didn't have to eat, would you?
If you didn't have to love, would you?
If you didn't have to put up with
the bullshit of others, would you?
If you could rob banks,
and steal hearts and get away with it,
would you?

Afterthought

I like being an afterthought
somebody's date after
someone else has already
let them down.
I like used tires
because they are cheaper
and that is, usually,
what I can afford.
I like sleeping in late
because I know that
everybody else gets up early.
I like food that is bad for me
but I try to not eat much of it.
I like the sun, and the moon.
I like being alive.

There's nobody here making my water.
There's nobody here watching me go
out of my mind.

The Best I Can Do

They've closed all the five star restaurants in town, my love
or I would take you to one.

They don't sell flowers anymore, honey; or I would get you some.

I don't bowl, watch football, or gossip.

I need a hero.

I need to not
fall to my knees.
I need somewhere to go
other than church,
on Sunday.
She's cooking eggs
and grits and bacon
in the kitchen
and then we're going to
walk the dogs.

Am I supposed to care about The Masons?

Am I supposed to care about The Masons?
Am I supposed to care about Marilyn Monroe?
Am I supposed to care about John Lennon,
the beatniks, the scumbags running the show?
Who am I supposed to care about? Me? You?
The kids. The dogs. The cats The turtles.

--Mikel K

More on Jesus later

Jesus tells you that everything is going to be alright,
but he don't check in with The Heavenly Father, who is
out to reek hell on man.

Jesus gives head outside the hotel that houses the bar
where the strippers work; he finds it easier than working 9 to 5.

Where's Your Rose

Is it at the second hand store
where your first boyfriend left you
for another man?

French fries.
I hope she brings me some
french fries.

Bacon.
I hope she brings me some
bacon,
but I don't want
no pig to die.

Loving.
I hope she brings me some
loving,
making bacon we might be.

French fries.
Bacon.
Loving.
Oh she's so good to me.
Look, she just brought me pizza.
How I love her!

Halfway down a hallway
I fell into a hole.

I followed a spider to a castle.
He disappeared inside.
A snake appeared,
and said he was my boss.

The Past(Revisited Again).

I lost my money.
I lost my mind.
I puked all over myself
in a jail cell.

In the 21st century nothing new for lunacy
nothing ceases to amaze me
people are sticking their nose in my business
people are dieing all around me
a baby is trying to be born
but there are complications
Oh Lord why must you make us suffer?
Oh Lord why must we feel pain?

I've got this suppository
and you want to put it in me
can you direct your big mouth
to somewhere other than me?

Kurt Cobain was all apologies

We were too good in bed
to think that there might be
anything wrong with
with either one of us,
but the world can be
a weird place with lots of
eyes upon you, and tongues
ready to criticize you.
There is nothing that I can do
about your opinion of me,
but I can tell you
that if you order a pizza
on the phone
a pizza will soon arrive.

Mostly an apology clears things up

I know what it is like
to have a friend turn on you.
I know what it is like
to turn on a friend;

As important as I think I am
I am more important than you.
always and all ways

Diana Carson-May Waldman: Mikel, Joe mentioned something to me about you asking him about the WorldWide Hip Poetry book. Yes, you are in it. You gave me several poems over a year ago for the book. Wasn't sure if you remembered or not.

Mikel K Poet: Kool beans; thanks!

Diana Carson-May Waldman: You're welcome!




Diana Carson-May Waldman: From your posts on facebook, I fucking hate how you treat her and you so know I am right. I went through this many years ago with you...you push and pull and test people and you so know...you are worthy. Joan is the real deal. Cherish her Mikel.


Mikel K: Nunya.

Diana Carson-May Waldman: Cop out.

Mikel K Poet: Know it all. Leave me alone.

Diana Carson-May Waldman: Wow. You are so mean. I do nothing but support you and this is how you react to me, as a FRIEND?

Diana Carson-May Waldman
You are done with WWH(Worldwidhippies.com and anything else for that matter. It is called black listed. Bring it on, Mikel.

Diana Carson-May Waldman Mikel...last word...fuck off, you are an abuser and we both know it and I don't give a flying fuck about you. You can go fuck your pathetic self. She deserves so much better than you, you self centered egotistical, ass wipe. Hey,you suck, Plain and simple.Nobody ever has the courage to tell you about you...yeah an Bukowkski wanna be and a failed attempt at that...get a job...loser...

Mary Lou: Who is that Diana chick? She wrote me a message saying "he abuses her and you support that?" No reply from me!!! If she writes me again, she'll be blocked

Fuck all you motherfuckers

Since you're not here I'm fucking a crack whore.
Since you're not here I'm stealing hubcaps from off of cars
and throwing them to the stars.
Your sisters won't dance us, and that's just fine,
but our folks own the liquor store, and you gonna get nothing
but soda from them for your prom which I was never asked to
so fuck all you mother fuckers.

For those who wonder how it is with Joan and Me

I bang crack whores while Joan is at work.
When she comes home, I tie Joan up, and
make her mop the floor.
When she is done mopping, I untie her
and force her to do the dishes.
Then she is required to fix meals for me.
She sweats a lot, but I eat good.

The Place Where The Dots Don't Connect

You couldn't see the sunshine,
unless they let you.

Being me just who I am

I can't stop there is no remedy
for being other than me.
Expensive therapists said
they had the answer
but when my money ran out
I was on my own.
Girlfriends tried to fix me
in some sort of image of themselves
I guess I'll keep wandering
from day to day enjoying
every breath that I take.
This is not about me
so please don't take it too seriously.
Everything that I write
is not about myself.

Susceptible

What's your policy?
What's your poetry?
What's your purity?
What would it take
to make you get down
on the bed with me?

Void

It's sad. I looked up your name,
and you are still gone. I don't know
if I did something, or if I did nothing
at all.

--Mikel K

We told you what to dream

Some have told her that she should be a model,
just like some have told me that I should be King.

The Carved Elephant with pink feathers

Has there ever been a band name, "Men At Risk?"
The name could come to encompass all the
rock and roll stars who wantonly slept with women
not realizing, nor caring, that sex could kill them.
I ate cheerios and watched cartoons many years ago.

Random Illusion

Do you ever pack a box of Krispy Kreme donuts
like you would a bowl full of pot
before you put them in your mouth?
I craved fish, and then I realized that
fish was available in my refrigerator.

(This should be cont.; it really should,
but please read the poem, "Of this I am sure,
which is featured below to see why it might not be.

--Mikel K

Of this I am sure

Today, I am going to do it tomorrow,
and, tomorrow, I am going to do it
the next day. And when the next day comes
I will, once again, put it off until tomorrow.
I will do it next week, next month, next year,
for certain.

He gets high.
He gets high
on speed.
She likes to read.
She likes to watch him play guitar.
She's number 15, this week.
He's number one.

I love the know it alls

I love the know it alls
the ones who say
be more like me
be more efficient
be a better leader
make more money
like me be more quiet.
Investigation into their lives
would prove that
they are the most fucked up
of us all I am certain.

I will never ride a bike like Lance Armstrong.
I will never play guitar like Keith Richards.
I will never act like Johnny Depp.
I will never fuck like a porn star.
I will never wear a dress like Ru Paul.

And God will just continue to ignore me

I need a pill for this.
I need a pill for that.
When I get to Hell
the devil is going to
ask for my prescription.

And with money you're just a dickhead

It plays heavy on your chest
without money
you wouldn't pass the test
of what you think a real man is.

No sugar tonight

Do you want to change the world?
Do you need to change your underwear?
My coffee is unreasonably hot
this morning, but still I sip on it.

Why jump from the plane
onto the dirt, unless
your purpose is to kill
some natives down below?

Optimistic Outlook

All this time
I been killing
been killing me.
Every sunset
takes me closer
to the day
when I won't see
the sun set anymore.

Every time that the song
"Friend of the Devil," came on
he ran like hell.

Corruption

These are the days
that I'll look back upon
and say those were the days
when I didn't feel like dancing.
These are the days
that I'll look back upon
and say nobody held a knife
to my throat.
These are the days
when I finally became
who I know who I am.
These are the days
for fantasy.

Cheaper Than Therapy

I've come uneven,
and I don't even need a reason
to have no smile on my face.
I kicked my dog.
I yelled at my girlfriend.
I cursed at whoever the hell
it is above.
I wrote a country song,
and I didn't get it wrong.
I got drunk in that song
though I haven't had a drink
in almost 20 years.
I'm living right,
but I'm feeling wrong,
but I just might fix that
by writing this song.

What if, and what if, and what if?

What if Hunter Thompson had missed?
What if Hemingway hadn't kissed the bottom
of his shotgun?
What if men, and women, weren't so greedy?
What if the seas weren't polluted
and the skies weren't full of acid rain?
What if your Daddy didn't get drunk and hit you,
after he pushed your mother to the floor(again)?
What if fast food outlets sold food that was good
for the poor?
What if, and what if, and what if?

All Alone

I found out that, sometimes,
when you need someone the most,
that there ain't no one around.
I taped a note to you on my locker;
nobody read it, so I took it down.
She's got killer jugs.
I'd like to get her on the rug;
discuss math. with her.
I would have done it more
than once with you,
but you never came around.
I thank you for introducing me
to myself, and leaving me here.

Take me, until the magic engulfs me.
Take me, but don't change me.
Take me, fill me with coffee, not tea.
Take me, I'm going through changes.
Where do you want to go?
Take me, walk with me. Walk the dogs, with me.

If not for you, I wouldn't have so much
grease in my food.
If not for you, my wallet wouldn't be
an open book.
If not for you, I might get a look
from another gal, every once in a while
but you can be brutal.

"Gosh, you're always in the mood," I said,
but, now, you are not."

"I'm fighting keeping food on my stomach, Dear,"
she said as she maneuvered my hands off her tits.

Oh Lord

My Love is sleeping.
My Love doesn't feel well.
My Love's smile is warm,
and inviting, but not now.

I play with her tits.
I play with her ass,
and then I play with my penis.
That's all I'm gonna get
until morning.

Oh Lord, won't you make her better.
Oh Lord, won't you take her pain away.
Oh Lord.
Oh Lord.

--Mikel K

The truth of love,
and the truth of
what is up above
are not the same.

Just A Fool

I always blamed Jr. High
when I got in trouble in Jr. High
I always blamed High School
when I got in trouble in High School.
I always blamed college
when I got in trouble in college.
And after, when I was getting kick out of jobs
and had failed to finish school
I started to wonder if I was an alcoholic
or just a fool?

Mikel K
(This is, probably, the beginning of a much
longer poem, should I get around to writing it,
which I probably will.)

Too Fucking Cluttered: The Mikel K Theme Song

I was thinking that the first three words
of the title of this poem would make
a great poem title.

I'd give it all away
just to be in your arms
for a day.

I'm taking the heat;
sweat is rolling down my brain.
I'm a million miles from
anywhere that I want to be.
Nobody wants me,
except The Marshall,
he's got a place for me,
that I used to call home.
I thought that I'd left home
behind me; I said that I
wouldn't go back.
A heart attack would be better
than having to go home, again.

What was about to happen

If you ever asked to catalog me,
reference me, put me up on your shelf;
don't do it, don't conceive me
in such a position. Let's go,
let's get out of here before
the liars, and the cheats, set up
for the day.

When you're blinded you can't see,
and you won't get no sympathy from me.
I warned you over, and over,
about what was about to happen.

My Heavy Metal Poem

Fuck off, I'm lonely.
Fuck off, I'm only me
in a world full of you's.
Fuck off, I'm going to feed
my turtles, now.
Fuck off, I'm sick of
the charade, I'm tired of
playing a millions games.
Fuck off,
fuck off, I don't need you,
anymore.
Fuck off, I don't need you
anymore, I don't need what
comes along with you.
Fuck off,
fuck off, I'll be strong, now,
because it's time to go.
Fuck off.
Fuck off.

Oh Great Pig in the sky, I thank you

She wants to cook the bacon slow and precise
"because is is such a delicacy." It is an apple-wood
smoked bacon. All fancy terminology aside,
a pig still had to die so that I could have breakfast,
this morning.

I don't know what it was that she said that she put in them to keep them soft, but whatever it was, it worked. I've had the cookies for awhile, and they are still tasty as hell. I believe that they were given to me during The Holidays; The Holidays are past, but the cookies are good. It is good to have a good woman, and I don't just mean because she bakes killer cookies.

In a sense you have to give a very small but that just crawled onto The Angel Tattoo on my bicep credit for courage. But, mostly, you have to say that was a stupid move, as I crushed the insect into my arm. I have to go to the bathroom, now, and wash my arm off.



I placed a piece of one of her beloved walnuts on the very tip of my tongue, and I said, ""Come here, honey."

"No," she said, "You are not going to put food in my mouth."

"Of course not, honey," I said, pulling her close to me, positioning her
mouth to receive my tongue. She gasped when I put the piece of walnut
in her mouth.

WHAT IS THAT?" She asked.

"It is one of your walnuts, dear," I said.

"Well," she said, "With you, it could have been a broken tooth,
for all I know."

I've got to get things done,
can't run from my responsibilities.

If you could read my mind
you'd see why I am biting my tongue.

It's her decision
as to when to put
her dog down. It
seems to me that
the time is very
close at hand, but
it's not my call.
I'm glad that I
don't have to
choose between life
and death for
either of my dogs,
yet.

Where We Are

We're all alone,
even in a crowd.
On the nod, obviously,
it doesn't matter.

My turtles will outlive me
but not my cats, and dogs,
so I will go through a sadness
in seeing them pass.

When the soul goes out of her eyes
it is time to put her down,
said the woman in the magazine article
about dogs who need to be put down.
I would have to look in Anna's eyes
when she woke.

Anna seemed fine when I put a blanket over her at midnight. She showed no desire to go outside, and do her thing, but at 4:21 a.m. she was wootin' from her apartment next door, wootin' wootin' to wake me from a great night's sleep. I went over to see her, and she had shit, and pissed, all over her bed: no wonder she was wootin'. I helped her get up, wiped her ass off, and let her inside my apartment, where she, finally, took a seat on the dog bed that I have here that she so often uses. She is asleep, now, like a little baby, or more accurately an old lady. God bless Anna.

You have the brightest smile for miles, and miles.

Judas played for keeps,
and so did my old man;
you crossed the bastard,
and he'd have it in for you
for years.

Didn't Post on Facebook

Could he stay loyal to his lady, or would he give in, and copulate, with another? He doubted that he would copulate, he loved her like had once loved wine.

A K Movie

Guy carries a cd, in case, that has, "Back In Black." by AC/DC etched 13 times onto the disc;
and whenever he gets lucky he has the song playing.

Kids watch him meet, various really hot women, and bring them to his pad, or go to their place,
and give the thumbs up sign with big smiles, and pat each other on the back, and dollar and scream cuz they know he's getting lucky.

And then, one day, they hear the song coming from one of the kids single mom's bedroom.

You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone

It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.

Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.

They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.

It's all good, and it's all bad.

My Friend

Living on the beach could be fun,
but only if I was the only one looking
for seashells in the morning, at lunch,
and at sunset.

Don't come closer; I've got to go,
back to my beach house
where the words are waiting for me.

When I feel like I am falling,
I feel like I am falling; I can't
get to solid ground.

The waves, and the jelly fish
engulf me, your love escapes me.

Sure as I'm sure I escape it,
the sand surrounds my feet, again.
The best shell; I've found it, again.
It is my friend.

I get by with help from my friends

I have to thank my Land Lady
for sending me a text message, last night,
reminding me to let water drip
from my faucets, as the temperature
was going to be in the low 20's.
I would not have thought of this myself
and my pipes might have burst
which would have sucked.

I need to rearrange things

I need to rearrange things in this apartment
in my bathroom
on my porch
on my book shelves.
I need to rearrange things
in the kitchen
on my desk
in the drawer that holds my tools.
I was thinking that, maybe,
I need to rearrange things in my life,
but,really, my life is in pretty good order,
and I am thankful for that.

How Often?

How often should you water your plants?
How often should you kiss your lover?
How often should you pet your dog?
How often should you pick up your cat
and tell it that you love it?
How often should you call your kids
once they are grown, and have flown the coop?
How often should you look out your window
stare at the day, and give thanks for being alive?

MONDAY, JANUARY 02, 2012


Just my imagination

I'm as lethal as a bullet; I'm a heart attack
if you mess with me, you might never come back.
(This is the type of lyrics I write while listening to AC/DC).
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You can't please all the mother fuckers

As good as a poem may be, by anyone
there is going to be someone out there
who says that it sucks.
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When do you stop?

Is a hundred dollars a night enough? Is a hundred grand a year enough?
Is a million enough; a billion? Two billion? A hundred billion?

Mikel K

The line, "Cheating like I don't know how," by Jagger comes to mind.
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It can kill a diabetic




Candy is on sale
but I won't buy any
because I ate so much
over The Holidays.





Poem to Joan

I'll be outside, sitting down
taking it easy, I tell her
writing poems. while you
collide with the mass of
man and woman, and then
wait in line with them
to pay for the oranges and apples
that you are buying for me.







On The Outside

This bitch
just cut in front of me
to secure the spot in line
at the grocery store
that was rightfully mine.
In prison, someone would
take care of her
but all I can do is wait
and smile.





Blessing

This second day of this new year feels just like
the second to last day of last year; thankfully
most days feel much alike: not too much pain to bear.






Bias

The media can portray you in lights
that do not truly represent you;
say you were running to be The First Lady,
and they didn't want your husband to win.




Anticipation

I stick my finger in the rice;
it is still too hot
to add to their dog food
that comes from a bag,
so they have to wait, a bit, this morning,
to have their breakfast.
The dogs seem alright with this,
no extreme protests on their part,
but I know that they will be glad
when I put the bowls down on the floor
in front of them.






Does death not end it?

Death is so final, or is it?
Who knows but the dead, and maybe they don't?
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SUNDAY, JANUARY 01, 2012




New Year's Day

I really want quiet this morning
but I am not going to get it.
My neighbor's dog is not barking
as it usually does, but she has
her stereo cranked, and I am listening
to music that I don't care to listen to.
Love woke me, in a near panic,
way before I wanted to wake
saying that one of my cats was missing.
"Have you fed them their morning wet food treat?
I asked her. "Why don't you shake the treats jar?"
I knew that that one of those things, or both,
would bring Jaggar running to the kitchen
and it did; my black cat came out, fast, from under my bed.
My days as an isolated writer living alone
with his cats, dogs, and turtles are over.