#7 When The Going Gets Weird: It's almost a quarter to eleven; do you know where you are?

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My partner, Joan, may not be the best baker of pumpkin pies. She added all her ingredients together, the amount of ingredients that she thought that she needed to make 2 pies, and she has enough pumpkin pie batter to make another 18 pies. Joan is very accomplished in the kitchen, but this is her first foray into pumpkin pies.

Making her pumpkin pies, last night, Joan dumped the dozen eggs that she was about to start cracking into the pumpkin pie mix onto the floor. This made the dogs happy, but Joan teared up a bit. I said, "Honey, it's o.k., and went next door and borrowed eggs from The Good Neighbor. Most problems in life are not insurmountable. Does anyone have a hanky?

Up at 8:14 a.m., this morning: Joan says, "It's a beautiful day out there; we need to go for a walk, immediately." I pointed to my coffee, and said, "I am not going anywhere," and I asked her for a second cup of coffee. I am so spoiled: for over 50 years I have made my own coffee, and now Joan is my Little Coffee Maker!!


I love you more than

I love you more than allergies
herpes diabetes ear infections
paranoia psychosis diarrhea 
bad breath acne oil changes
flat tires visits to the doctor's office.
I love you more than aids
dyslexia multiple sclerosis.
I love you more than dandruff
whooping cough heart disease
and cancer.
I love you more than not being able
to pay the rent.
I love you more than high utility bills.
I love you more than every person
that I have ever disliked.
I love you more than that car of mine
that overheated and died in the hot summer sun.
I love you like this becuase you are such fun.


"They" know what you are thinking, before you think it, so don't live in fear.

As John Lennon sings, "Imagine no possessions; I wonder if you can...," I look about my kitchen that is crowded with stuff, lots of, "Stuff," like George Carlin used to make fun of.

"What do you expect me to do?"--Johnny Rottten

Wanker is a pejorative term of English origin."--Wikipedia

Some mornings, I wake up feeling like
a jack ass kicked me in the head.

Think of a Ramones' song, alter it a bit, and think that the words, "He's a lobotomy," could be applied to a large number of people holding Political Office; couldn't they?

If life was fair, no one would ever show up to see Courtney Love onstage, or elsewhere.

I feel good, today, because animals don't have to die so I can live.

A police source told the paper that authorities believe the woman killed her son after she "became very, very angry."--msnbc.com news services

(I'm very glad that I never got that angry).

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I agree with singer-songwriter Andy Browne that people are mostly good.
At my age, though, I try to take people on my terms, not theirs.

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I never buy lottery tickets. I agree with folks who think that it is a tax on The Poor. I buy a candy with my dollar: a sure thing is what I am after!!

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The Poem

Sometimes, I talk to you.
Sometimes, I talk to me.
Sometimes, I talk to both of us.
Sometimes, I don't talk to anyone at all.

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The job of a Poet

If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave the poem, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job.

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Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar

Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.


Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.

See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.

Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.

Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board

Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.

Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.

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Freedom Was A Whore

Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.

Freedom just walked
away.

Happy Holidays,
Mikel K