I'm going where nobody says I can go.

Mention my name, and you won't get anything off.


Everything is not can't. You have to think can, too.

Don't use me on me.

"May you live as long as you want and never
want as long as you live."--Irish Blessing

The road doesn't have to end for you to stop.



I am most heartily sorry for all my sins.


How many tomorrows do you want to see?


I take me with me, wherever I go.
Who do you take?

 
You can win the war, but lose your mind.
Try writing a paragraph about the sentences within.
 

But if dreams came true, oh, wouldn't that be nice,
But this ain't no dream we're living through tonight,
Girl, you want it, you take it, you pay the price.

--Bruce Springsteen
 
My appearance keeps most folks away from me.
I seem to have developed this mean look.
 
Way to make money in a bad economy

Give head in the men's room
like Jim Carrol used to do.
 
My appearance keeps most folks away from me.
I seem to have developed this mean look.
 
I don't need nothing

I don't need nothing
but coffee in the morning
my baby in my arms
and my kids, and grandkids,
around a bit.
 

 
Joan, and I, are going to Live In Sin, in Mableton. Our house will be a very, very fine house. I am moving out of The Love Abode on Saturday. If you can help me move, let me know. I can't do any heavy lifting because of my eye. There is a bed, a desk, and four wooden bookshelves that I really need help with. Message me if you would like in on this excellent opportunity for Public Service.



I've started squirting my black cat, Jaggar, whenever he gets on my desk, or the turtles’ tank; I don't want him climbing, or sitting, on either piece of furniture, and, recently, he has become a regular feature on both.

I'm looking at swim lesson videos online, and Iam trying to find real life, in person swimming lessons, also. I almost made it one length of the pool crawl stroke, taking breaths, yesterday. I was grossly out of breath when I was done with this. One day, I want to be able to swim 40 laps, without stopping. Right now, I mostly do 20 lengths combining crawl stroke and breast stroke. Swimming is good for me, physically, and mentally. And I am me, and not you.
 
Poof

It’s not ours. It’s yours.
I’m tired of sharing things
with you. I want you around
less.
 
State Of

Name your clitoris the economy
and let me stimulate it.


 

 

I disliked feeling uncomfortable while I was uncomfortable
in a situation. I was slow to change, slow to rearrange my
thinking to something rational
 
I disliked feeling uncomfortable while I was uncomfortable
in a situation. I was slow to change, slow to rearrange my
thinking to something rational. Forgive me, Father, I have
been listening to The Doors, again! I am passionate about
being passionate, and about those that have passion in
their lives. I might name my next dog Passion. Gracie has
just started to sing, "Go ask Alice," and I must go.

 

 

Under My Thumb

Under my thumb
is a dog who used to
run away from me.
Under my thumb
is a dog who used to
listen to nobody.
Under my thumb
are two dogs who
love me dearly.
 

 

The joy of growing up with a straight father

I know I'm a clutz,
a putz. I'm stupid.
I won't amount to much.
I don't have the mental.
I'm lazy.
I'll always be a bum.
He told my mother
how old he would be
if they had me.
He said she wanted me,
not him.

 

 

Futility

Can you ever please a woman?
Can you ever please a man?
 

 

Bong hit, dude?

Did Jimi Hendrix ever get stoned?
Seems pretty obvious.
 

Hi

I’m not sure what you are
looking for, but I’m pretty sure
that I don’t have it.
 

Dancing with things that can kill you

Drugs. Booze. Cigarettes. Asbestos.
A beautiful woman carrying unseen diseases.
A rabid dog. An automobile accident.
And on. And on. And on.
You never know what it will be, or when,
so best enjoy the time you have left, my friend.
 

 
But you were


You didn’t know when you walked out that door,
in anger, that you were walking out of my life.
 

 

Kicked Me

Kicked me.
Kicked me
to the curb.
Kicked me.
Kicked me,
boy you have
some nerve.
Kicked me.
Kicked me,
and, now,
I'm on the ground.
 
The pool was cool today, way less
screaming kids than there would
have been had the weather been warm.
I got 20 lengths in, combining my rather
weak freestyle, with my kind of lame
breast stroke, to cover the distance.

In the lane next to me was a guy who wound up making me sick, and jealous, because his crawl stroke was so smooth.
He appeared to be expending no energy to get up and down the pool, flipping over at
each end, over and over, as if it was easy;
which, I guess, it is for him.

It’s not for me, though. I need to improve my strokes, and am anxious to take some
swimming lessons because I want to be the
guy who looks smooth when he is swimming.
 
Name your clitoris the economy
and let me stimulate it.
 
I'm happy with moderate amounts
of things that I'm not moderate with
at all; like chocolate, and alcohol,
but I haven't had a moderate or not
moderate amount to drink in several decades.
 

I'm was strapped down, so I put the cap on
my head, and got the hell out of that place.

 
I am a Zealot and the Fool

I'm in harmony with that which is unharmonious.
In the quagmire, I am congruous.

 
If The Devil lived in the water
should you learn how to swim?
 

Did the government say
that we can’t have salt
on our roasted peanuts
anymore?
 
Yearning

I’ve got everything but a whistle
so it is a whistle that I want.

 
Final Offering

Baby, I don’t know where I’ll go
Maybe I’ll wander down to Mexico
see if The Cartel will sell me a bag.
If you find me belly down on a road
head blown away, you’ll know what
the drug lords had to say.
 
Star

If I had been me in Los Angeles
you would have heard of me by now.
 
Today is looking bright.

I’m not scared of God.
I’m not scared of the Government.
I’m not scared of my mother.
I’m not scared of my dead dad.
I’m not scared of the credit card companies.
I’m not scared of attorneys.
I’m not scared of jail cells.
I’m not scared that I’ll die any time soon
 
 
I’m stuck in the middle.

I’m right.
I’m wrong.
I can’t sing,
but I have a song
in my heart.
I smile.
I frown.
I try to not let
things get me down.
I’m a clown.
I’m a lion king,
roaring at the population
to see what that will bring.
I say hello.
I say goodbye.
 
Polluting for Profit

You’re helping things fail
and you don’t care
because you are making lots of money at it.
Money is weird. They say that
if you have it, you are successful,
but you really might just be a scum bag.
 
Tis a sad world, sometimes, indeed

You need to slow down
move on with those parts
of your life that are good
for you. You’ll wind up
shoveling dog shit at
the greyhound race facility
watching the dogs be killed
when they are no longer
good for making money
for the owner.
 
Lola’s Sis

I got big tits.
I got a big dick,
I got a hole;
you can shove it in me.
 
TMI

I tell Morisson that he is my
favorite dog, as Dylan sits
on the carpet licking his penis.
 
Do you want to go to Hell?

I don't like things interfering
with my think thing. Messing
with my thoughts is an evil thing.
 



Thank God for peaches

When I eat my peach, I cut slices off of it: four of them, hopefully, ripe and juicy, though I have ate a peach, or two,
before their time. Peach juice doesn't bother me; my lover
licks it from my body as it falls, cleanses me, as she is being
dirty to me.
 

This shall not happen again

You've heard of, "beer crimes," haven't you?
Well, I may have committed a coffee crime,
here, this morning. I let my coffee become
luke warm while I was writing poems. As a
Poet, a Poet who is passionate about coffee,
it is near a sin to neglect either my poetry,
or my coffee.  

Why not; it’s not human

Would you flip a turtle over on his back
knowing that he couldn’t flip himself back
leaving him there to die looking at
the sun, and the moon, and then the sun again
until it was his turn to go to Heaven, or Hell?
 
Momma

My mother was never A Queen,
she was a bitch, though, often.
 
Mikel,

Thank you for sending us Love and Other Insane Thoughts. We understand how much effort goes into the preparation of a manuscript and the rigors of the submission process. However, we regret to inform you that your work was not chosen for publication at this time.

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Trio House Press
 
Inner voices don’t always guide

Pick your King, carefully.
Pick your Queen, carefully.
Pick your nose not in front of me.
 
Thank God

It is amazing to me the different skills that people have
that are not in my possession, like I would not know how
to cut the head off of someone who I had killed.
 
Single Christians. Good News. Satan just said
that it's ok to have sex before marriage.
 

Who's in control?

I'm getting better at dealing with the hand
I have been dealt and given up on wanting to beat up the dealer.
 
Growing Pains

I'm working an angle; it's crazy.
You might think I'm a hard worker,
but my dad thought I was lazy.
 
How long on the chicken?

The okra is done.
How long until we die.
She doesn’t like it
when I ask when the meal will be done.
 
My Little Ho

I'm in Love with a gal
she's a little ho.
She says, "Ho, ho, ho
at Christmas.
 
Out of his mind

There wasn’t no gin in jail.
There wasn’t any Jack Daniels.
They didn’t even have beer,
so, the minute that my bond was paid,
I was out the door.
 
You can walk on water.
You can wash all the dishes in the sink.
 

Sun is shining where there was fear.
I have the blinds undrawn, again.
 
I just did something that I have never done in my life: I walked the dogs in the rain. I had an umbrella, and they didn't, but they didn't seem to mind. They seem to Love walking in the rain, and I know that they love getting toweled off at the end of the walk.
 
You can choose to explore The Truth,
or you can live a lie.

She needs new blood

There must be something she can do
to keep this party rolling. She’s screwed
all the boys, snorted all their cocaine,
drank all their beer, but she is just
getting ready to get started.
 

Did you kiss her in a black out?

Do you care about your family?
Do you care who you come home with?
Do you care about other peoples' dirty laundry? Do you care if the cab driver
is rude to you? Do you care if your ice cream has melted just a bit? Do you care if she is silent, sometimes, when you want her to talk?
 
Now we make out in the garage

We don’t take it for a spin, anymore;
the price of gas killed our romantic ride.
 

He relapsed. He stumbled. He crawled.
He got on his knees, and cried at the heavens,
"Why, why, why me, Lord?"
 
My black cat, Jaggar, has a new thing that he is doing: he likes to sit on my alarm clock, and set it off, at all kind of weird hours. Little Fucker tried to bite me, this morning, as I groggily tried to knock him off the clock What a way to start the day!
 
The rain beat me, again, this morning;
as it did yesterday. It was my intention
to take the dogs for a walk, but there is
water pounding down in amounts unfriendly
to a quiet stroll through the hood.
 
Do you have death wish?
Are you on the guest list?
 
Aren’t all asses the same to the touch?

He longed to touch her butt
because she was so beautiful.

 
Smiling

Blazing along
listening to
my favorite song.
 

Control

Your brain is where
it all happens.
If you can control
your brain
you win the game.
 
They're blind and so am I

Sometimes, I think that I am alone
but I'm not; I have a letter from The IRS
that needs to be responded to
but I can't read it because of the cataracts
in my eyes. Do you think if I send them
an email, or a letter, that says, "I can't see
right now, could you hold off on trying
to collect this $2,600 from me that you refunded to someone else?" that they would
be understanding?
 
Don't argue with people who like to argue.
 
Choice

If I stay here by choice
and the choice is wrong
it could determine the
path of my life.
 

Mostly

As I age, I find that life doesn’t change much
from day to day. I find that to be a good thing.
 
Sandwich

Beethoven, toasted white bread, vidalia onion, mayonaise, mustard, shiraka sauce, and cheap processed turkey meat for breakfast.

 

Enlightenment

Five people were talking
at once, and I had come
to the program seeking.
 
Bushes here we come

Morrison is anxious
this morning. Anxious
to eat? Anxious to go
outside? Anxious for
some loving? I have already
fed him, so I am, now, up to
what is next on the list.
 
Drive For Free

I think that my dream
last night was about a car,
a special car, a car that
cost nothing to own, and
required you to put nothing
into it: no cash; no gasoline.
 
Affair

I want to join you
in places that will
get us both in trouble.
 
In Fact

The last time I evolved
I was stoned not on the bible
but on the notion that life
was the greatest thing that
you could have; and that I
still had it was an amazing
blessing, sort of a miracle
 
The small brownie-like tasty thing

I put a small brownie-like tasty thing
on a stool next to my desk, last night,
and forgot about it. This morning, I
remembered it, and actually thought
that it would still be there. Where this
logic comes from with two dogs in the
house, I am not sure.
 
My black cat, Jaggar, woke me three or four times, last night, camping atop my alarm clock, as he has come to do often, recently. I finally, in the midst of whatever that fog is called that you are in when you are in a space of interrupted sleep, found the volume lever, and turned the volume off, so it won’t matter
if the cat turns the clock on while sitting on it. I know that this action will run my electric bill up just a little bit, but that is a small price to pay for sleeping through the night, cat on alarm clock, and all.
 
I like it. It eases the pain.
 

Cutting paper with a scissors can be very theraputic. It puts you in the now, so you don't cut your finger off.
 
One good thing about being my age is that I never have to take a math. class, again.
 

Because I’m Moving

It doesn’t matter that there are
still a cockroach, or two, in the kitchen,
and one, or two, every once in awhile
on my desk
 
Something to be

You’ve got to pick
something to be.
You can’t be nothing.
You have to pick something
and be it. It’s a rule.
It’s a regulation. It’s
the way it has to be.
Everybody has to be something.
Be something. Now.
 
Nothing is as it was

Should her nipples be allowed
to determine the direction of my life?
Should her kisses determine the quality
of my day? Should her smile inspire me;
her eyes warm me?
 
They are having some sort of soap box derby on 10th St. It is crowded as fuck, full of those useless, and expensive, fast food booths that normally populate events in the Park.

10th St. runs adjacent to The Park, and
the soap box cars appear to be racing down a 10th well barricaded with bales of hay,
and lined with hordes of people.

People walk like zombies, when they get in crowds like this, at events like this. They don’t walk from point A to B, like is, pretty much, normal; they kind of meander in front of you, making it hard to pass them, as they sashay from side to side like Axl Rose might have in the eighties on acid.

We were out of both dishwashing detergent, and regular ole dish washing soap, at the abode, so Morison, and I, left this crowded event, and walked to the grocery store. It’s nice to have plenty of air to breath.
 
Vicodin Lady

See her stooped over
her keyboard, a minute
ago still laughing she was.
She had bit into a banana
and it had caused her to
scream in pain. A friend
gave her a pill, and, now,
she is asleep in my bed.
 
All the things we could have done

Scaled mountains.
Floated down rivers
Laid on the grass and
stared at the stars and moon.
But, you said, “No,”
when I asked you out.
 
Dead Thoughts

They just lay there
on your brain, killing you.

Starring
Mikel K
as himself
 
She was a bit of a strain.
I would pass her, sideways, in the hall.
 
More

I need more.
I need more.
I need more money.
I need more sex.
I need more car.
I need more house.
I need more wife.
I need more kids,
a dog, a cat, and some turtles.
I need more, more, more.


Can't be an ace.

I'm overdrawn.
Somebody overthrow something
and make things better for me.
 
Round a mountain

And round a mountain
and round a mountain
we go. It never gets
easier, but the sun is
always up above us,
and, at night, the moon
gives us her glow.
 
I waited until my coffee was cold, this morning, and then guzzled the whole mug of it. This was not a pre-planned action; it just occurred the way it happened for no real reason at all. It is important that I tell you things like this. I'm not sure why, but I am sure that it is important. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
 
I can only swim two days, this week, because of my eye surgery on Wednesday, so I am thinking about blowing today off, at the pool, because it, kind of, doesn't matter.

I started making ice tea here at the abode, recently, and, of course, it is, now, "World Famous" Ice Tea. I add stevia to the hot tea that I have just brewed. Each cup, large ones mind you, I fill nearly to the top with ice, pour in the yummy tea, and squeeze a lemon into the cup to be fully read to rock and toll with some world famous ice tea.
 
The Clocks Says Tick Tock

If I had left when I said I would
then I would be there about now.
But, I didn't and I'm still looking at
that which is in front of me.
 
It would have been very nice of me to have just given my grey cat, Kobain, the last bite of my fish, but I didn't. I swallowed three decent size pieces of fish, for dinner, and I shared not a crumb with my cat.The last bite was the best one, full of small pieces of fish, mixed with a homemade tartar sauce, Yum. Yum. Kobain would have really enjoyed that bite, but he didn't get it. I did.
 
Everybody, including me.
has the answer for everybody else.
 
So, what’s cool about the ivory tower?

I live at the bottom with a smile on my face.
I try to stay out of the human race. It’s not
always possible, but if the mass of man,
and woman, are there, I would probably rather
be somewhere else.
 
I can’t wait until
the dance. My baby
will be in my arms.
Oh no, there she is
in the arms of a stranger.
 
I am putting one drop from two separate containers into my right eye, four times a day, until tomorrow morning, when said right eye will have a new lens put in it, removing the cataracts that are attached to the old one. I hate not having clear vision. The aging process
is interesting, to say the least.
 
Like it is shit

You must sniff opportunity.
Sniff it. Sniff it. Sniff. Sniff it.
 
It’s too late to take my blood sugar.
I should have done it before I ate mayonnaise,
and fish. That damn mayonnaise is full of sugar, Sugar; you know what I’m saying?
 
Trouble is just not worth it, any more.
Trouble, that is one fucking useless whore.
 
My name is Mikel, and I am a Mayonnaise Addict. Give me the fucking white chip.
 
You have to be here
the night before tomorrow.
 
You're so innocent;
we're going to show you
how to live without
turning it into a tournament.
 
The song wasn't supposed to end
there, but it did, and he just left it
knowing all the criticism that he
would get, but knowing all along that
ehat he was doing was right,
because, if you don't have money,
at least you can have what is right.

Right?
 
There is no time, no time for it
no time for you and me because
I've got to make it. I've got to
make it. Make it. Make it.
 
Animal Pupil

When you look into the eyes of a toad
you never know what you might see:
a clean world, eyes full of optimism, a
chance for us to all get real? So many
questions; I been weaving towards you.
 
I just ate some toothpaste
cuz momma can’t afford
no groceries, tonight.
 
Justice for Just Us

You've got the beginnings of a good heart,
but you've gotten off to a bad start. You're
young; you're not stupid. Give the judge a
grand, and the cop a blow job, and we'll call
it even.
 
I’ve fallen down hallways sideways
no one there to pick me up.
 
“Being rich is an obstacle to loving. When you are rich, you want to continue to be rich, and so you end up devoting all your time, all your energy, in your daily life to stay rich,” says Thich Hhat Hahn.
 
It's after midnight, the eve before my eye operation. I can have NO liquids, no black coffee, no water, no food, no nothing, but a couple of drops in the right eye, before the operation.I don't feel scared about the upcoming eye procedure. I am anxious to "see" the results!
 
We’re having fun at the bottom

I can still scale the heights
I can still see the bright lights
though we have fallen on our ass
you and me, can do anything. We
don’t have to have everything. A
smile will do when we’re short
several million dollars.
 

We are trying to make
our ends meet, in the
ordinary way. Nothing
fancy. We work. For pay.
 
It was only a dream.
I am not what I seem.
 
I'm taking my eye patch to bed.
This is the first night in my life
that I have looked up to the heavens
to pray, through one eye only.
We don't need a Buddhist Monk
to tell us that life is change. Do we?
Good Night. I Love You.
 
Nobody calls anymore.
After the war, I didn't act so square.
 
Find another patsy

You want me to say it for you
but I won't because I don't believe
in it like you do.
 
Any good stiff ones?

She was one of those girls
who liked taking her clothes off
in front of other people. She did
not have the best body, but she
loved to see the reaction that
people gave her naked.
 
My heart and soul are well, though

I’m an old man
and I am falling apart.
One doctor gave me
a new hip, and another
is replacing the lenses
in my eyes.
 
I’ve never talked to one

I flossed and thought
of butterflies so happy
they seem, but they
don’t live long if I read
the article about them
correctly.
 
PSA

Somewhere, in a far off place
someone is saying something
not so nice about you. Or maybe
they are standing next to you.
What are you going to do? What
can you do, short of going to jail
for taking care of business, and
beating their ass? We live in a
non-violent society: it’s the law.

 
You'll never drive around town in a BMW
The only food you'll get delivered is that
which you drive home from the grocery store.
Your blond will always come from a bottle.
The only manicure you will be given
is the one you give yourself
 

Would you rather have a house payment
or a sandwich when you're hungry?
 
Penis Transplant

I wondered if they could do it.
They could it turned out, though
I had thought that they probably
couldn’t. As imperfect as mine is,
and to all the trouble that it lead me,
when I was younger, I’m hanging
on to it. I have new lenses in my eyes,
and a new hip; that’s enough. I’m just
fine with the one that I have, thank you.
 

You’re full of love

I need sustenance
candy ice cream
something bad for me.
I won’t check my blood sugar
for a couple days, give it a
chance to go back down.
 
To stay out of jail

Let the world go by.
Let everybody get high,
but you.
 
your little world seems so large to you.
My little world seems so large to me.
 
Until my operated upon eye heals

I can't walk the dogs.
I can't look down.
I can't lift anything
heavier than a gallon of milk.
I can't fight.
I can't fuck.
I can't rob banks.
 
This is crucial healing time she said,
and I knew that I would not be
jumping high buildings anytime soon.
 
I can listen to Charlie play
but I don't much care for
what he has to say.
 
He said, "Tell them that I'm hungry,
and when I got out I'm going to kick
all their ass."
 
Would you rather get a dui, or be on welfare?
 
I've got to hide myself

I've got to hide myself
from the government me..
I've got to hide myself
from the banks.
I've got to hide myself
from me.
I've got to hide myself
from you.

 
Waste

I squeeze the precious juice out
of the small bottle, it drips onto
my cheek, instead of onto my eye,
from time to time.
 
Hurdle

You
have to
find
you,
again.
 
Another Day of Living

I woke up this morning
no whiskey glass in my hand
no gal named Susie, or Sarah,
or I’m sorry what is your name
laying in the bed next to me
and my filthy ash tray.
I woke up this morning with a
cat on my chest, and a dog
licking my hand,
said prayers of thanks
and here I am
doing another day of living.
 
Shit, she killed his nerve
He forgot all the words
he was going to give her;
just stood there
like all the other idiots;
eyes unable to remove themselves
from her.
 


I just stood there, and smiled

You said you wanted to get your portrait painted,
something about being headed for certain sainthood.
 


Jealous EzraI want to write poetry so great that Ezra Pound would beg God to let him back on earth so that Ezra could break all my fingers permanently.
 
They went down roads I couldn't follow

I hope your heroes are legal.
Mine were never much good for themselves.
 
Her tits express themselves in my happiness.
True love is not necessarily cheaper than hookers.
 
Her tits express themselves in my happiness.
True love is not necessarily cheaper than hookers.Could this, possibly, be made into an early REM type of song? Perhaps not.
 
Time for meds.

Welcome to the failed suicide ward,
where all you will do is try to bum
cigarettes off of people who are trying
to bum cigarettes off of you. The people
who work here will want you to know
what day it is, and who The President is
before they even consider letting you out
the door.
 
Each eye drop is different

My eye is healing.
I have bent over, not
for several days now.
Don't strain it,
the doctor said
and he gave me
three types of eye drops.
Each eye drop that
I put in my eye
is different. Some fall
right onto my eye ball,
others meander about
my eye lashes.
 

The next kiss

I remember getting
my first kiss from you.
And I remember drinking
my first beer, a warm one,
stolen by another kid
from some man’s garage
in the neighborhood.
The man had cases of them
stacked in his garage;
both the kiss and the beer
got me in trouble
with parents who pretended
that they were angels.
All you can do, sometimes,
is pick yourself up,
dust yourself off,
look for the next kiss,
and stay away from the beer
in my case.
 
Changing a baby’s diaper
might be like riding a bike.

 
Time

Time to go to sleep
Time to wake up.
 
Stay Tuned

Welcome to our country.
We are going to take your liver.

Putin and The President
did not kiss, so the media
has its panties in a wad.

That The Vatican has power
over anything, is amazing to me.

Bashar Hafez al-Assad is headed
to a hard fall.

Putin’s an ars.
We’re all fat.

 


The Obstinate Ass

She: Would you like a wrap; the regular gyro that you like?

Me: No, I would like the irregular one that I don’t like.
 
Is a cunt the same thing as a pussy?
What then is a vagina?
 
I think that I am getting too fast for Facebook:
it can't keep up with me.
 
They used to let me
sleep in their jail,
back in the days
when I couldn’t afford bail.
I’d wait in my cell
until The Judge was ready
to see me.
“Son,” he’d say,
“I see you been drinking.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“And you are not supposed
to be drinking, are you?” he asked.
“No Sir.”
 
So why worry about it?

On my 55th birthday I was watching myself
in a video, and I noticed a bald spot
on the back of my head in the video.
I'm not sure how to react to this;
is not baldness one of those things
that happen to you as you get older?
 


I just had a coffee.

What a nice way
to start my day.
 

In one hour, I will be sitting in a funky chair, in front of my eye doctor. It is time for our one week check up on the right eye that he put a new lens into, a week ago. I am seeing very, very well out of that eye, and I am very thankful for my new lens. I, also, can't wait to have my left eye operated on, now that I "see" the results in my right eye.
 

Headaches on the horizon

My lover, my significant other, my old lady
gets real worried when we get low on coffee.
Nervously, from the kitchen, she will hold up
the soon to be empty coffee container, and
say, "We're just about out. We're just about out." I will smile at her, actually feeling a little sick inside, myself. It is a grim possibility, one that I don't want to face.
 
Don't use me on me.


"May you live as long as you want and never
want as long as you live."--Irish Blessing

The road doesn't have to end for you to stop.



I am most heartily sorry for all my sins.


How many tomorrows do you want to see?

Try writing a paragraph about the sentences within.

 
Joan, and I, are going to Live In Sin, in Mableton. Our house will be a very, very fine house. I am moving out of The Love Abode on Saturday. If you can help me move, let me know. I can't do any heavy lifting because of my eye. There is a bed, a desk, and four wooden bookshelves that I really need help with. Message me if you would like in on this excellent opportunity for Public Service.



I've started squirting my black cat, Jaggar, whenever he gets on my desk, or the turtles’ tank; I don't want him climbing, or sitting, on either piece of furniture, and, recently, he has become a regular feature on both.

I'm looking at swim lesson videos online, and Iam trying to find real life, in person swimming lessons, also. I almost made it one length of the pool crawl stroke, taking breaths, yesterday. I was grossly out of breath when I was done with this. One day, I want to be able to swim 40 laps, without stopping. Right now, I mostly do 20 lengths combining crawl stroke and breast stroke. Swimming is good for me, physically, and mentally. And I am me, and not you.
 
Poof

It’s not ours. It’s yours.
I’m tired of sharing things
with you. I want you around
less.
 
State Of

Name your clitoris the economy
and let me stimulate it.


 

 

I disliked feeling uncomfortable while I was uncomfortable
in a situation. I was slow to change, slow to rearrange my
thinking to something rational
 
I disliked feeling uncomfortable while I was uncomfortable
in a situation. I was slow to change, slow to rearrange my
thinking to something rational. Forgive me, Father, I have
been listening to The Doors, again! I am passionate about
being passionate, and about those that have passion in
their lives. I might name my next dog Passion. Gracie has
just started to sing, "Go ask Alice," and I must go.

 

 

Under My Thumb

Under my thumb
is a dog who used to
run away from me.
Under my thumb
is a dog who used to
listen to nobody.
Under my thumb
are two dogs who
love me dearly.
 

 

The joy of growing up with a straight father

I know I'm a clutz,
a putz. I'm stupid.
I won't amount to much.
I don't have the mental.
I'm lazy.
I'll always be a bum.
He told my mother
how old he would be
if they had me.
He said she wanted me,
not him.

 

 

Futility

Can you ever please a woman?
Can you ever please a man?
 

 

Bong hit, dude?

Did Jimi Hendrix ever get stoned?
Seems pretty obvious.
 

Hi

I’m not sure what you are
looking for, but I’m pretty sure
that I don’t have it.
 

Dancing with things that can kill you

Drugs. Booze. Cigarettes. Asbestos.
A beautiful woman carrying unseen diseases.
A rabid dog. An automobile accident.
And on. And on. And on.
You never know what it will be, or when,
so best enjoy the time you have left, my friend.
 

 
But you were


You didn’t know when you walked out that door,
in anger, that you were walking out of my life.
 

 

Kicked Me

Kicked me.
Kicked me
to the curb.
Kicked me.
Kicked me,
boy you have
some nerve.
Kicked me.
Kicked me,
and, now,
I'm on the ground.
 
The pool was cool today, way less
screaming kids than there would
have been had the weather been warm.
I got 20 lengths in, combining my rather
weak freestyle, with my kind of lame
breast stroke, to cover the distance.

In the lane next to me was a guy who wound up making me sick, and jealous, because his crawl stroke was so smooth.
He appeared to be expending no energy to get up and down the pool, flipping over at
each end, over and over, as if it was easy;
which, I guess, it is for him.

It’s not for me, though. I need to improve my strokes, and am anxious to take some
swimming lessons because I want to be the
guy who looks smooth when he is swimming.
 
Name your clitoris the economy
and let me stimulate it.
 
I'm happy with moderate amounts
of things that I'm not moderate with
at all; like chocolate, and alcohol,
but I haven't had a moderate or not
moderate amount to drink in several decades.
 

I'm was strapped down, so I put the cap on
my head, and got the hell out of that place.

 
I am a Zealot and the Fool

I'm in harmony with that which is unharmonious.
In the quagmire, I am congruous.

 
If The Devil lived in the water
should you learn how to swim?
 

Did the government say
that we can’t have salt
on our roasted peanuts
anymore?
 
Yearning

I’ve got everything but a whistle
so it is a whistle that I want.

 
Final Offering

Baby, I don’t know where I’ll go
Maybe I’ll wander down to Mexico
see if The Cartel will sell me a bag.
If you find me belly down on a road
head blown away, you’ll know what
the drug lords had to say.
 
Star

If I had been me in Los Angeles
you would have heard of me by now.
 
Today is looking bright.

I’m not scared of God.
I’m not scared of the Government.
I’m not scared of my mother.
I’m not scared of my dead dad.
I’m not scared of the credit card companies.
I’m not scared of attorneys.
I’m not scared of jail cells.
I’m not scared that I’ll die any time soon
 
I’m stuck in the middle.

I’m right.
I’m wrong.
I can’t sing,
but I have a song
in my heart.
I smile.
I frown.
I try to not let
things get me down.
I’m a clown.
I’m a lion king,
roaring at the population
to see what that will bring.
I say hello.
I say goodbye.
 
Polluting for Profit

You’re helping things fail
and you don’t care
because you are making lots of money at it.
Money is weird. They say that
if you have it, you are successful,
but you really might just be a scum bag.
 
Tis a sad world, sometimes, indeed

You need to slow down
move on with those parts
of your life that are good
for you. You’ll wind up
shoveling dog shit at
the greyhound race facility
watching the dogs be killed
when they are no longer
good for making money
for the owner.
 
Lola’s Sis

I got big tits.
I got a big dick,
I got a hole;
you can shove it in me.
 
TMI

I tell Morisson that he is my
favorite dog, as Dylan sits
on the carpet licking his penis.
 
Do you want to go to Hell?

I don't like things interfering
with my think thing. Messing
with my thoughts is an evil thing.
 



Thank God for peaches

When I eat my peach, I cut slices off of it: four of them, hopefully, ripe and juicy, though I have ate a peach, or two,
before their time. Peach juice doesn't bother me; my lover
licks it from my body as it falls, cleanses me, as she is being
dirty to me.
 

This shall not happen again

You've heard of, "beer crimes," haven't you?
Well, I may have committed a coffee crime,
here, this morning. I let my coffee become
luke warm while I was writing poems. As a
Poet, a Poet who is passionate about coffee,
it is near a sin to neglect either my poetry,
or my coffee.  

Why not; it’s not human

Would you flip a turtle over on his back
knowing that he couldn’t flip himself back
leaving him there to die looking at
the sun, and the moon, and then the sun again
until it was his turn to go to Heaven, or Hell?
 
Momma

My mother was never A Queen,
she was a bitch, though, often.
 
Inner voices don’t always guide

Pick your King, carefully.
Pick your Queen, carefully.
Pick your nose not in front of me.
 
Thank God

It is amazing to me the different skills that people have
that are not in my possession, like I would not know how
to cut the head off of someone who I had killed.
 
Single Christians. Good News. Satan just said
that it's ok to have sex before marriage.
 

Who's in control?

I'm getting better at dealing with the hand
I have been dealt and given up on wanting to beat up the dealer.
 
Growing Pains

I'm working an angle; it's crazy.
You might think I'm a hard worker,
but my dad thought I was lazy.
 
How long on the chicken?

The okra is done.
How long until we die.
She doesn’t like it
when I ask when the meal will be done.
 
My Little Ho

I'm in Love with a gal
she's a little ho.
She says, "Ho, ho, ho
at Christmas.
 
Out of his mind

There wasn’t no gin in jail.
There wasn’t any Jack Daniels.
They didn’t even have beer,
so, the minute that my bond was paid,
I was out the door.
 
You can walk on water.
You can wash all the dishes in the sink.
 

Sun is shining where there was fear.
I have the blinds undrawn, again.
 
I just did something that I have never done in my life: I walked the dogs in the rain. I had an umbrella, and they didn't, but they didn't seem to mind. They seem to Love walking in the rain, and I know that they love getting toweled off at the end of the walk.
 
You can choose to explore The Truth,
or you can live a lie.

She needs new blood

There must be something she can do
to keep this party rolling. She’s screwed
all the boys, snorted all their cocaine,
drank all their beer, but she is just
getting ready to get started.
 

Did you kiss her in a black out?

Do you care about your family?
Do you care who you come home with?
Do you care about other peoples' dirty laundry? Do you care if the cab driver
is rude to you? Do you care if your ice cream has melted just a bit? Do you care if she is silent, sometimes, when you want her to talk?
 
Now we make out in the garage

We don’t take it for a spin, anymore;
the price of gas killed our romantic ride.
 

He relapsed. He stumbled. He crawled.
He got on his knees, and cried at the heavens,
"Why, why, why me, Lord?"
 
My black cat, Jaggar, has a new thing that he is doing: he likes to sit on my alarm clock, and set it off, at all kind of weird hours. Little Fucker tried to bite me, this morning, as I groggily tried to knock him off the clock What a way to start the day!
 
The rain beat me, again, this morning;
as it did yesterday. It was my intention
to take the dogs for a walk, but there is
water pounding down in amounts unfriendly
to a quiet stroll through the hood.
 
Do you have death wish?
Are you on the guest list?
 
Aren’t all asses the same to the touch?

He longed to touch her butt
because she was so beautiful.

 
Smiling

Blazing along
listening to
my favorite song.
 

Control

Your brain is where
it all happens.
If you can control
your brain
you win the game.
 
They're blind and so am I

Sometimes, I think that I am alone
but I'm not; I have a letter from The IRS
that needs to be responded to
but I can't read it because of the cataracts
in my eyes. Do you think if I send them
an email, or a letter, that says, "I can't see
right now, could you hold off on trying
to collect this $2,600 from me that you refunded to someone else?" that they would
be understanding?
 
Don't argue with people who like to argue.
 
Choice

If I stay here by choice
and the choice is wrong
it could determine the
path of my life.
 

Mostly

As I age, I find that life doesn’t change much
from day to day. I find that to be a good thing.
 
Sandwich

Beethoven, toasted white bread, vidalia onion, mayonaise, mustard, shiraka sauce, and cheap processed turkey meat for breakfast.

 

Enlightenment

Five people were talking
at once, and I had come
to the program seeking.
 
Bushes here we come

Morrison is anxious
this morning. Anxious
to eat? Anxious to go
outside? Anxious for
some loving? I have already
fed him, so I am, now, up to
what is next on the list.
 
Drive For Free

I think that my dream
last night was about a car,
a special car, a car that
cost nothing to own, and
required you to put nothing
into it: no cash; no gasoline.
 
Affair

I want to join you
in places that will
get us both in trouble.
 
In Fact

The last time I evolved
I was stoned not on the bible
but on the notion that life
was the greatest thing that
you could have; and that I
still had it was an amazing
blessing, sort of a miracle
 
The small brownie-like tasty thing

I put a small brownie-like tasty thing
on a stool next to my desk, last night,
and forgot about it. This morning, I
remembered it, and actually thought
that it would still be there. Where this
logic comes from with two dogs in the
house, I am not sure.
 
My black cat, Jaggar, woke me three or four times, last night, camping atop my alarm clock, as he has come to do often, recently. I finally, in the midst of whatever that fog is called that you are in when you are in a space of interrupted sleep, found the volume lever, and turned the volume off, so it won’t matter
if the cat turns the clock on while sitting on it. I know that this action will run my electric bill up just a little bit, but that is a small price to pay for sleeping through the night, cat on alarm clock, and all.
 
I like it. It eases the pain.
 

Cutting paper with a scissors can be very theraputic. It puts you in the now, so you don't cut your finger off.
 
One good thing about being my age is that I never have to take a math. class, again.
 

Because I’m Moving

It doesn’t matter that there are
still a cockroach, or two, in the kitchen,
and one, or two, every once in awhile
on my desk
 
Something to be

You’ve got to pick
something to be.
You can’t be nothing.
You have to pick something
and be it. It’s a rule.
It’s a regulation. It’s
the way it has to be.
Everybody has to be something.
Be something. Now.
 
Nothing is as it was

Should her nipples be allowed
to determine the direction of my life?
Should her kisses determine the quality
of my day? Should her smile inspire me;
her eyes warm me?
 
They are having some sort of soap box derby on 10th St. It is crowded as fuck, full of those useless, and expensive, fast food booths that normally populate events in the Park.

10th St. runs adjacent to The Park, and
the soap box cars appear to be racing down a 10th well barricaded with bales of hay,
and lined with hordes of people.

People walk like zombies, when they get in crowds like this, at events like this. They don’t walk from point A to B, like is, pretty much, normal; they kind of meander in front of you, making it hard to pass them, as they sashay from side to side like Axl Rose might have in the eighties on acid.

We were out of both dishwashing detergent, and regular ole dish washing soap, at the abode, so Morison, and I, left this crowded event, and walked to the grocery store. It’s nice to have plenty of air to breath.
 
Vicodin Lady

See her stooped over
her keyboard, a minute
ago still laughing she was.
She had bit into a banana
and it had caused her to
scream in pain. A friend
gave her a pill, and, now,
she is asleep in my bed.
 
All the things we could have done

Scaled mountains.
Floated down rivers
Laid on the grass and
stared at the stars and moon.
But, you said, “No,”
when I asked you out.
 
Dead Thoughts

They just lay there
on your brain, killing you.

Starring
Mikel K
as himself
 
She was a bit of a strain.
I would pass her, sideways, in the hall.
 
More

I need more.
I need more.
I need more money.
I need more sex.
I need more car.
I need more house.
I need more wife.
I need more kids,
a dog, a cat, and some turtles.
I need more, more, more.


Can't be an ace.

I'm overdrawn.
Somebody overthrow something
and make things better for me.
 
Round a mountain

And round a mountain
and round a mountain
we go. It never gets
easier, but the sun is
always up above us,
and, at night, the moon
gives us her glow.
 
I waited until my coffee was cold, this morning, and then guzzled the whole mug of it. This was not a pre-planned action; it just occurred the way it happened for no real reason at all. It is important that I tell you things like this. I'm not sure why, but I am sure that it is important. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
 
I can only swim two days, this week, because of my eye surgery on Wednesday, so I am thinking about blowing today off, at the pool, because it, kind of, doesn't matter.

I started making ice tea here at the abode, recently, and, of course, it is, now, "World Famous" Ice Tea. I add stevia to the hot tea that I have just brewed. Each cup, large ones mind you, I fill nearly to the top with ice, pour in the yummy tea, and squeeze a lemon into the cup to be fully read to rock and toll with some world famous ice tea.
 
The Clocks Says Tick Tock

If I had left when I said I would
then I would be there about now.
But, I didn't and I'm still looking at
that which is in front of me.
 
It would have been very nice of me to have just given my grey cat, Kobain, the last bite of my fish, but I didn't. I swallowed three decent size pieces of fish, for dinner, and I shared not a crumb with my cat.The last bite was the best one, full of small pieces of fish, mixed with a homemade tartar sauce, Yum. Yum. Kobain would have really enjoyed that bite, but he didn't get it. I did.
 
Everybody, including me.
has the answer for everybody else.
 
So, what’s cool about the ivory tower?

I live at the bottom with a smile on my face.
I try to stay out of the human race. It’s not
always possible, but if the mass of man,
and woman, are there, I would probably rather
be somewhere else.
 
I can’t wait until
the dance. My baby
will be in my arms.
Oh no, there she is
in the arms of a stranger.
 
I am putting one drop from two separate containers into my right eye, four times a day, until tomorrow morning, when said right eye will have a new lens put in it, removing the cataracts that are attached to the old one. I hate not having clear vision. The aging process
is interesting, to say the least.
 
Like it is shit

You must sniff opportunity.
Sniff it. Sniff it. Sniff. Sniff it.
 
It’s too late to take my blood sugar.
I should have done it before I ate mayonnaise,
and fish. That damn mayonnaise is full of sugar, Sugar; you know what I’m saying?
 
Trouble is just not worth it, any more.
Trouble, that is one fucking useless whore.
 
My name is Mikel, and I am a Mayonnaise Addict. Give me the fucking white chip.
 
You have to be here
the night before tomorrow.
 
You're so innocent;
we're going to show you
how to live without
turning it into a tournament.
 
The song wasn't supposed to end
there, but it did, and he just left it
knowing all the criticism that he
would get, but knowing all along that
ehat he was doing was right,
because, if you don't have money,
at least you can have what is right.

Right?
 
There is no time, no time for it
no time for you and me because
I've got to make it. I've got to
make it. Make it. Make it.
 
Animal Pupil

When you look into the eyes of a toad
you never know what you might see:
a clean world, eyes full of optimism, a
chance for us to all get real? So many
questions; I been weaving towards you.
 
I just ate some toothpaste
cuz momma can’t afford
no groceries, tonight.
 
Justice for Just Us

You've got the beginnings of a good heart,
but you've gotten off to a bad start. You're
young; you're not stupid. Give the judge a
grand, and the cop a blow job, and we'll call
it even.
 
I’ve fallen down hallways sideways
no one there to pick me up.
 
“Being rich is an obstacle to loving. When you are rich, you want to continue to be rich, and so you end up devoting all your time, all your energy, in your daily life to stay rich,” says Thich Hhat Hahn.
 
It's after midnight, the eve before my eye operation. I can have NO liquids, no black coffee, no water, no food, no nothing, but a couple of drops in the right eye, before the operation.I don't feel scared about the upcoming eye procedure. I am anxious to "see" the results!
 
We’re having fun at the bottom

I can still scale the heights
I can still see the bright lights
though we have fallen on our ass
you and me, can do anything. We
don’t have to have everything. A
smile will do when we’re short
several million dollars.
 

We are trying to make
our ends meet, in the
ordinary way. Nothing
fancy. We work. For pay.
 
It was only a dream.
I am not what I seem.
 
I'm taking my eye patch to bed.
This is the first night in my life
that I have looked up to the heavens
to pray, through one eye only.
We don't need a Buddhist Monk
to tell us that life is change. Do we?
Good Night. I Love You.
 
Nobody calls anymore.
After the war, I didn't act so square.
 
Find another patsy

You want me to say it for you
but I won't because I don't believe
in it like you do.
 
Any good stiff ones?

She was one of those girls
who liked taking her clothes off
in front of other people. She did
not have the best body, but she
loved to see the reaction that
people gave her naked.
 
My heart and soul are well, though

I’m an old man
and I am falling apart.
One doctor gave me
a new hip, and another
is replacing the lenses
in my eyes.
 
I’ve never talked to one

I flossed and thought
of butterflies so happy
they seem, but they
don’t live long if I read
the article about them
correctly.
 
PSA

Somewhere, in a far off place
someone is saying something
not so nice about you. Or maybe
they are standing next to you.
What are you going to do? What
can you do, short of going to jail
for taking care of business, and
beating their ass? We live in a
non-violent society: it’s the law.

 
You'll never drive around town in a BMW
The only food you'll get delivered is that
which you drive home from the grocery store.
Your blond will always come from a bottle.
The only manicure you will be given
is the one you give yourself
 

Would you rather have a house payment
or a sandwich when you're hungry?
 
Penis Transplant

I wondered if they could do it.
They could it turned out, though
I had thought that they probably
couldn’t. As imperfect as mine is,
and to all the trouble that it lead me,
when I was younger, I’m hanging
on to it. I have new lenses in my eyes,
and a new hip; that’s enough. I’m just
fine with the one that I have, thank you.
 

You’re full of love

I need sustenance
candy ice cream
something bad for me.
I won’t check my blood sugar
for a couple days, give it a
chance to go back down.
 
To stay out of jail

Let the world go by.
Let everybody get high,
but you.
 
your little world seems so large to you.
My little world seems so large to me.
 
Until my operated upon eye heals

I can't walk the dogs.
I can't look down.
I can't lift anything
heavier than a gallon of milk.
I can't fight.
I can't fuck.
I can't rob banks.
 
This is crucial healing time she said,
and I knew that I would not be
jumping high buildings anytime soon.
 
I can listen to Charlie play
but I don't much care for
what he has to say.
 
He said, "Tell them that I'm hungry,
and when I got out I'm going to kick
all their ass."
 
Would you rather get a dui, or be on welfare?
 
I've got to hide myself

I've got to hide myself
from the government me..
I've got to hide myself
from the banks.
I've got to hide myself
from me.
I've got to hide myself
from you.

 
Waste

I squeeze the precious juice out
of the small bottle, it drips onto
my cheek, instead of onto my eye,
from time to time.
 
Hurdle

You
have to
find
you,
again.
 
Another Day of Living

I woke up this morning
no whiskey glass in my hand
no gal named Susie, or Sarah,
or I’m sorry what is your name
laying in the bed next to me
and my filthy ash tray.
I woke up this morning with a
cat on my chest, and a dog
licking my hand,
said prayers of thanks
and here I am
doing another day of living.
 
Shit, she killed his nerve
He forgot all the words
he was going to give her;
just stood there
like all the other idiots;
eyes unable to remove themselves
from her.
 


I just stood there, and smiled

You said you wanted to get your portrait painted,
something about being headed for certain sainthood.
 


Jealous EzraI want to write poetry so great that Ezra Pound would beg God to let him back on earth so that Ezra could break all my fingers permanently.
 
They went down roads I couldn't follow

I hope your heroes are legal.
Mine were never much good for themselves.
 
Her tits express themselves in my happiness.
True love is not necessarily cheaper than hookers.
 
Her tits express themselves in my happiness.
True love is not necessarily cheaper than hookers.Could this, possibly, be made into an early REM type of song? Perhaps not.
 
Time for meds.

Welcome to the failed suicide ward,
where all you will do is try to bum
cigarettes off of people who are trying
to bum cigarettes off of you. The people
who work here will want you to know
what day it is, and who The President is
before they even consider letting you out
the door.
 
Each eye drop is different

My eye is healing.
I have bent over, not
for several days now.
Don't strain it,
the doctor said
and he gave me
three types of eye drops.
Each eye drop that
I put in my eye
is different. Some fall
right onto my eye ball,
others meander about
my eye lashes.
 

The next kiss

I remember getting
my first kiss from you.
And I remember drinking
my first beer, a warm one,
stolen by another kid
from some man’s garage
in the neighborhood.
The man had cases of them
stacked in his garage;
both the kiss and the beer
got me in trouble
with parents who pretended
that they were angels.
All you can do, sometimes,
is pick yourself up,
dust yourself off,
look for the next kiss,
and stay away from the beer
in my case.
 
Changing a baby’s diaper
might be like riding a bike.

 
Time

Time to go to sleep
Time to wake up.
 
Stay Tuned

Welcome to our country.
We are going to take your liver.

Putin and The President
did not kiss, so the media
has its panties in a wad.

That The Vatican has power
over anything, is amazing to me.

Bashar Hafez al-Assad is headed
to a hard fall.

Putin’s an ars.
We’re all fat.

 


The Obstinate Ass

She: Would you like a wrap; the regular gyro that you like?

Me: No, I would like the irregular one that I don’t like.
 
Is a cunt the same thing as a pussy?
What then is a vagina?
 
I think that I am getting too fast for Facebook:
it can't keep up with me.
 
They used to let me
sleep in their jail,
back in the days
when I couldn’t afford bail.
I’d wait in my cell
until The Judge was ready
to see me.
“Son,” he’d say,
“I see you been drinking.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“And you are not supposed
to be drinking, are you?” he asked.
“No Sir.”
 
So why worry about it?

On my 55th birthday I was watching myself
in a video, and I noticed a bald spot
on the back of my head in the video.
I'm not sure how to react to this;
is not baldness one of those things
that happen to you as you get older?
 


I just had a coffee.

What a nice way
to start my day.
 

In one hour, I will be sitting in a funky chair, in front of my eye doctor. It is time for our one week check up on the right eye that he put a new lens into, a week ago. I am seeing very, very well out of that eye, and I am very thankful for my new lens. I, also, can't wait to have my left eye operated on, now that I "see" the results in my right eye.
 

Headaches on the horizon

My lover, my significant other, my old lady
gets real worried when we get low on coffee.
Nervously, from the kitchen, she will hold up
the soon to be empty coffee container, and
say, "We're just about out. We're just about out." I will smile at her, actually feeling a little sick inside, myself. It is a grim possibility, one that I don't want to face.
 

 
I won't throw away even a shoe lace

The incense must come with us
even though I never remember to light it up.
Business cards that will never get
a second look will wind up at the new place
never to get a second look there.
I will throw out the Japanese rubber gloves
that the lady at the manicure salon gave me, years ago. They helped me clean my toilet,
and my tub many times, but, now, have
a large hole in one of them.
The light bulb with a black permanent mark
on it can go. The Sharpie mark is my way
of telling me that the bulb is not new,
but not burnt out. I have many Sharpie marked
light bulbs in my kitchen. I am constantly
trying to keep the light over my desk bright.
I will need light in the new place, and I know
that I will have it. It will be a place of love.



Life is funny

Nothing like
they taught you
it would be,
but funny
none the less
what can you do
but laugh at
all the insanity
about you,
all the things
that you know
are wrong
that you can do
nothing about.
You are not an angel.
You are doing the best you can.
 
The Eye Doctor joked, today, in his office, during my right eye examination, that I probably saw better now than I ever did; now that the good Doctor has put a new lens in my eye. I told him that I had written a poem, or two, with thoughts about how the only other time that I, maybe, saw this well was on the day that I was born. Great minds.
 
Some things you just have to suffer

Several of my fingers are itchy
this morning, the bad kind of itch,
the itch that hurts when you scratch it.
I have psorriasis, and nothing will cure it
no lotion from the dermatologist
no home rememedy from Google.
 
The things that I own

are scattered from here to there
they are in boxex where I am going
they are in boxes where I have been.
 
Keep your mouth shut

I am concerned about
the number of brownies
and amount of birthday cake
that I have recently consumed.
It's all fun, and games,
until I wind up in a diabetic coma.
 
Today is pet moving day

The turtles don't know it
but the dogs, and cats,
seem to be aware that
it will be their last day
in this apartment. This
apartment has treated us right.
We will miss it.
 
Soon, the dogs and I, will walk roads
unfamiliar to us.
 
What's the use of having knowledge
in a place, and time, where they want you to be dumb?
 
But I Can't

If I could drink my coffee
without cream and sugar
then I could do without you.
 

Under God's Ceiling

I have stood in front of you.
I have sat with you,
but you don't know who I am,
and I don't know who you are.
It's My Life, Again

There I am running the show.
There I go in charge, again.
Why do I wind up where I do?
How did I get here?
The road is long. There are
many choices, many voices
some say yes, some say no, dear.
 

 
I am one letter of referral away from having my application to The MFA Program in Poetry & Memoir complete, and Dr. Bottoms, the great poet, the poet laureate of the state of Ga. says that he will have the letter in the mail momentarily. I am thankful to Dr. Bottoms, and Thomas Lux, the great poet, and teacher, for writing these letters for me.

 
I fall in love.
You fall down.
 
When I Sneeze

When I sneeze
the noise is like one of those bells
in an old church are being rang.
When I sneeze
it sounds like two cars
going a hundred miles an hour each
have collided.
When I sneeze
it sounds like somebody is having
a loud orgasm.
When I sneeze
it it is like an alarm clock going off.
When I sneeze
people duck, and run.
When I sneeze
I am so out of control.
It isn't any fun.
 
Can you afford to play the drums for free?

Rent, and the grocery store, can keep you
from your art.
 
"If I can't be happy at the bottom,
then I can't be happy at the top."
 
Weren’t you the one who said you’d be my friend?

I’m lonely. I kissed another girl.
The turtles look happy. Maybe
I can learn from them.
 
I've eaten stale sandwiches
in jail cells.
 
That’s Entertainment

They cheer for their favorite songs
as if a war had just been won.
 
I won't lie

I'd rather feel the hurt than die.
I wish I'd asked you out, but I was shy.
I'm scared of horses, and motorcycles.
 
Should I continue to let my cat sleep
on my bed, or should I smack it with
a plastic coat hanger, and scream,
"Get a job, you Lazy Cat!"
 
Keef

I've eaten stale sandwiches in jail cells.
I’ve had my knuckles rapped with a ruler
by a Nun who wanted to skip me a grade
from 2nd to 4th. I’ve been told I’m no good
by those who were supposed to love me.
I was put in the classes for smart kids
constantly when coming up. I’ve gone from
here to there, and so have you.
 

All kinds of things

Things I've never done.
Things I'll never do.
Things I regret doing.
Things that got me in trouble.
Things that made me smile.
Things that me laugh.
Things that made me frown.
Things that made me cry.
 
No one has spoken out of turn.
We've learned our place.
 
Isn't it funny how some numbers on the caller id make you smile, and you happily answer the phone, while other numbers popping up scares you.
 
There must be something about aquariums, and I, that is not very congruous because I just cracked the second of the two aquariums that I have for my turtles(one to house them in, and one to feed them in).

I cracked one pane of glass on the larger aquarium, several months ago, while washing it out in the bath tub. The glass struck the metal spout causing a spider like existence to break out on the glass. Amazingly, the aquarium sheds no water when full.

The smaller aquarium got zapped this morning as I was bringing it back in the abode from dumping dirty water out of it onto the front lawn. I hit the metal on the door with the aquarium. CRACK, went the glass, and I had another glass spider web on my hands, this one
not leaking either.
 

I'm going to hit reality in the eye.

I am going to say goodbye
to all rules, and regulations.
 
The computer and the turtles, the dogs, and cats have left the building for the last time.
 


Someone took a ceremonial dump in the basement,
near where I set up the kitty litter box. I wasn't there
at the time, but I would bet your life on it that
Morisson is responsible for this one. I let the two cats
out near their litter box earlier. Kobain has made his
way up to the house. Jaggar keeps peeking in the door
and then running down the stairs back into the basement
whenever I walk by: a skittish cat, to say the least.
 
We needed boxes for the final move
tomorrow, and a liquor store, here
in Mableton, provided them. This
liquor store had a drive through window.
Man, I would have gotten even more
fucked up in the day, if I could have
stayed in my car and bought the shit.
 

Good Morning. It is my first morning in The Mableton Mansion. Kobain, the cat, usually visits me at bedtime, gets his head, and body, scratch, and then cruieses, but last night, his first night in his new home, he would not get off the bed. Everybody is getting used to the new digs. Everybody is happy in the new digs. I really think that Joan likes having us here!!
 
She keeps her toothpaste in a drawer

Things will have to change around here.
I don't care if the toiltet seat is up
or down, but the toilet paper must
hang down, and not up. It's a rule.
 
I woke this morning singing,
"Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow,"
as Joan scurried about the kitchen, feeding the animals.
Mikel, do you think it would be ok for me to take Morisson
and Dylan out off leash, as you did, yesterday?
she had asked me, as I was trying to drain a few more
precious minutes of sleep out of her bed that she now calls ours.
Sure, honey, it will be fine.
Within minutes, Joan was back in the house
hollering that the dogs had run away,
into the woods behind the house
chasing a rabbit, or something.
In my old abode, I kept my shoes in the same place
all the time, but in this new home
I have not yet figured out places to put things.
Shoes finally on, I went outside; Dylan ran up to me,
right away; I hollered for Mo, he came running
and our first near calamity at The Mableton Mansion was avoided.
Good Morning World.


The cats get used to their new home**

The cats, obviously, did not find their food bowl
on top of the clothes drier in the basement. We
brought the bowl up to the kitchen, and they ate
as if they had never eaten before. The dogs like to
eat the cat food, also, so we are looking for a place
where they can’t do this.

**And me too!
 
Type size can determine line breaks
in a poem.
 


My clothes don't fit me
but I've still got a long way to go
to be a man who can see all of himself
in the mirror.
 
It’s raining in the middle of my sunny day

I had a smile on my face
but what you said sent that smile away.
Have a good day.
Have a good day.
They say.
I’m having trouble having a good day.
They say you can start your day over
anytime that you want; I just don’t see
how that is so. A day that is ruined
is a day that is ruined.

I was having a sunny day.
I want the rain to go away.
Do me a favor, if you have
anything else to say: save it.
 
Not where you are headed

You can own a gun
but I can’t have fun with Mary Jane
You drink till you drop gin and tonics
and then you drive to the Capitol
to make laws that favor you and screw me.
Screw You, Mr. and Mrs. Elected Official
I’m tired of hearing you promise me all I need
when you are trying to get elected,
and then taking away all I got once you are in.
It’s a sin what you all are doing,
and if there’s a Heaven that’s not where you’re headed.
I’m fed up. I’m really fed up.
 
I’m Jerry Sandusky
I’m the coach
I have a charity
for little boys
I search through them
to find the ones I like the most
Ten men say I touched them
when they were little kids
and it wasn’t on the playing field.
I’ve been found guilty
I hope my days are short.
 
I find in THC what

the pharmaceutical companies
have never given us.
 
I don't like trouble

Trouble please stay away from me.
I can deal with you, but I'd rather
have a pleasant day.
 
What have you got to lose?

It's a good question
that the rockers are asking
in their song this morning.
 
Not a TV show

She has more books than me
about the same amount of money(none)
one dog; I have two.
The cats, and the turtles are mine
the turtles temporarily residing
on top of her kitchen table
the cats happier upstairs with us
than down in the basement
where their litter box resides.
We’re sort of like The Brady Bunch
without kids.
 
Don't ask questions
just do what you got to do.
 
With every breath I breath
I think of only one thing.
 
Instead of slicing the lemon

I sliced my finger
the other day
cutting a lemon
blood spewed
but I didn't cut it
bad enough to go
to the emergency room.
Now I nurse the wound
with antibiotic ointment
and band aids.
As a writer I need my fingers.
That sounds stupid;
we all need our fingers.
 
They are tuned into what I turned them onto

The whole wide world is speculating
which increases my fascination.

 

Sworn Enemies

No secrets.
Leave the bottle alone.
 
Everywhere I Go; there I am.

Me always goes with me. I once
moved from Orlando to LA
to get away from me, but when
I got there I found that I
was still with me: the bad drinking problem
that I had on The East Coast
was still with me on The West Coast.
This still applies to me, even drinkless
as I have been for a while.
In the grocery store, I am me.
At the coffee shop, I am me.
And, of course, you are you
wherever you are.
 
My Dogs believe in God, already, thank you

I got to hear what the dogs will sound like
in this new home of ours, when a stranger knocks.
Well-dressed people, holding bibles, are walking down our street; and, I believe, that one of them knocked on our door.
I’m a big believer in the fact that
I don’t have to open my door
just because somebody knocks on it on it.
 

I looked for love
and I've found it.
Should I build a wall
around it?
 
Knock on wood

The kitchen sink
is pretty empty,
which is good.
The Lord provides
us with food
to dirty the plates
which is good.
 
You scream for change,

waving the flag,
and the bible.
 
I want I want I need

The television has sowed the seed.
I saw it. I want it. I have to have it.
I'll finance it. I'll be a slave to it.
 
Like R.E.M. sort of said
you are the best thing
since bread came sliced.
 
The Republican on the tv

He has really big ears,
and claims that his plan is the best.
 
Me and Elton

It’s just me and Elton
up now. Joan is asleep.
The dogs are asleep.
The cats are asleep.
The turtles are asleep.
I should be asleep,
but I am too tired to sleep,
muscles sore from lifting
everything I own moving it
from my last place to this place
my new home
where, as I said, everyone
is asleep except for me and Elton.

 
My work is done
the day was fun.
 
I had decided that I was going to be
a hermit for life, and then she showed up.
 


It’s hard to have a smile on your face
when you’ve got the weight of the world
on your shoulders. In my mind that used to
happen all the time. I’m blessed, I’m lucky,
I’ve worked hard to turn my frowns into smiles.
 
You can now find me on Mableton Hwy

She says that in the spring
the woods behind her house
are full of cardinals and that
I will love to see them.
In Midtown, someone(s) stole
two water hoses off of The Love Porch
Her hose is still lying on the grass
in front of her house.
I won’t have to wash the dogs
in the tub this weekend.
 
They wanted you to play

their game, but you wouldn’t
change your name.
 

I am an ace with eggs. I just made some brilliant scrambled eggs, with onion, garlic powder, pepper, and parm cheese: yummy. I am also a master at fried eggs, and omelettes, and can poach the hell out of yolk and albumin. Joan, and I, need to get some chickens for the back yard, get back to the garden, and all that.
 

My desk, which is actually an old wooden dining table, that I love, won't fit down the hallway, here in Mableton, so one of Joan's friends, Gene, is coming over to help us take it apart, and rebuild it in my new office. Joan's desk, that I am using now, is wobbly cuz some pricks kicked in her door, a year, or so, ago and fucked the desk up while grabbing her computer, and other things. Dylan is just waiting for the next asshole, should one want in to The Mableton Mansion. Good Dog Dylan!
 


Baby, even the losers

Am I only as good as you think I am
or does it matter that I think I could be
much better, and I’m at the top
of the game right now.
 

Hypothesis

Let's get together.
Let's hook up.
Let's get it together.
Laughter might kill you,
while shedding a tear
might save your life.
Let's get together.
Let's hook up.
Let's get it together.
What is a quality life?
What would you die for?
 
The dogs are asleep, and so is Joan. The last I saw Jaggar, he was peeking out at me from the nearly closed door that leads to the basement. Jaggar, and Penni, like the basement, and so do I. It is cool down there, and so am I. Kobain is asleep, too, at the foot of our bed. He will wake when I lay down, and force me to scratch, and rub, him down. I just fed the turtles. We decided, tonight, to keep the turtles where they are: on the kitchen table, because it is so fun to interact with Rue Paul, and Jaggar, and there is a lot of sunlight there. Nobody came to the door with a bible today. It is supposed to be hot as fuck this weekend. Signing out from Mableton. Good Night. God Bless. I Love You. Sweet Dreams.
 
I had a different agenda than you for me

You bought and sold me
but you couldn't hold me.
 

How did we get this far?

Looking back it's been a rocky road.
Once, trying to hallucinate I licked a toad,
which points out the stupidity
that can be at hand when trying to get a buzz.
I thank all who helped me get sober,
and I didn't really lick a toad.
I never smoked banana skins, either.
 

I'm never wrong except when I'm wrong

You can, sometimes, see things so clearly,
and, yet, still be wrong. Sometimes, when
I'm writing, I'm not sure if it is a poem or a song.


Morisson just got all excited, as I was gathering up all my canvass grocery bags to wash them, and I wondered what the fuck, but then realized that he thought that we were going to walk down the street to the Trader Joe's in Midtown, as we have done for the past four years. Sorry, Mo, we don't live there anymore!
 

Hugh Hefner wouldn't have wanted to fuck her.
 
In the process of emptying boxes, here in Mableton, I have run across pictures, and poems, that I had forgotten about. I kind of like this one from 2.23.07:

in the world today

flower
power
failed
it's
guns
no
roses
in
the
world
today.

 

Phil Collins is singing in the kitchen. It’s Joan’s cd, not mine. I would not admit in public that I like even one Phil Collins song. I don’t much care for Peter Gabriel, either. They are not edgy enough. Of course, Peter Gabriel is way more edgy than Phil Collins.
 
The light in the kitchen,
a fluorescent one, is going psycho.
 
Time to feed the dogs

After checking email
and listening to the news, a bit
it is now time to feed the dogs.
They have been patient
but will soon get excited
once I lift their bowls from the floor.
 
Her boots were brown.
She always wore a frown.
 
I am one with this chair
all of me but my back.
 
Lackluster

I'm going insane.
Just realized
I been following
somebody else's dream.
 
I'm so rock and roll
I'll never be governor
but that's ok I don't like to
tell people what to do.
 
You thought you were going
inside, but, like everybody else,
you got taken for a ride.
 
I'm so rock and roll
I'll never be governor
but that's ok I don't like to
tell people what to do.
 
I used to be blind

in a bind all the time.
Now, I'm as happy
as a bird in the trees
that no one is trying
to track down shoot
and eat.
 
Turn it on and turn it off
see if you are happy with what you lost.