#11 The Morning just took over. One minute I was sleeping, and the next I was not: I was petting two dogs who love me, and who love to be petted the first thing in the morning when I wake up, before I even put my feet on the floor to start my day.


The Not From Me Poem

Anything you want; you got it.
Not from me, of course,
but generally speaking.


I just ate the last half of a brownie that was part of four brownies that my friend, Lisa, gave me the other day. I really admire my restraint in dealing with these brownies: I didn't eat all four of them at the same time; I spread the joy out over several days. I'm not sure if this means that I am developing some sort of restraint when it comes to sugar, but it does mean something, and that is why I am reporting it to you.

Sometimes, I get so pissed, cuz I miss your kiss.

I got no mail today; got no phone calls from friends,
and made no money. On the surface it might appear
that I had a lousy day, but I didn't. I take my smile with me.

Things are better up ahead, said the lady on the radio telling one of her stories. Then the station launched into some sports reporting; I shut the radio down, and went for some classical music. In this world, you sometimes have to fight for your sanity.

Because I'm a Real Man, I'm drinking an 8:37 p.m. cup of hot coffee,
and then I am going to walk the dogs. It just doesn't get any better
than this. No, really; I'm serious: this is The Apex of Living. I'm as High
as any man can get, and not jump out of a window, or into a jail cell.

About two weeks ago, the alarm clock next to my bed started going off at midnight. I don't remember setting it for such a time, and I never remembered, in the morning, to unset it, so it kept going off at midnight, often waking me shortly after i lay my head on the pillow to go to sleep. This is a really stupid situation, and fully points out how lame I am with technology: I can't even figure out how to turn an alarm clock off. Oh well, I guess that we all have our own strengths and weaknesses, and I am just glad that the clock is not going off at 4 a.m.

The radio said that the peace talks would not be "formal,"
but "preliminary," which means that they are still beating
around the bush, when it comes to Peace.

We don't just make cars, we pollute the air,
and steal from you.

How can the armaments industry
feed their children if Peace is found?

Undecided disillusioned independent who might not vote.

I'm out of dish washing detergent. Don't watch me bleed.
Put some money in The K Tip Jar, won't you?

The gym was closed, today, so I gave the dogs an extra walk,
and one of my dogs, Dylan, soon after we headed out, just about
pulled me to the ground, straining his leash unreasonably, in order
to get to the telephone pole that he likes to piss on.


Earlier, both dogs started licking one elbow of mine, each, as I sat at my desk.
I turned to them, and said, "Is it me you want, or dinner?"
I was about five hours late on filling their dog food bowls.

The dogs got hold of my comforter, last night; spread it out on the floor, and slept on it through the night. I'm not sure what I think about this, though I am tending to lean to the I don't really like it dept. I am amazed by the dogs ingenuity, thought, for them to be able to sneak the comforter off the bed.(Joan says that the comforter fell onto the floor when we were
doing it).

Kitty Poo, the usually super friendly small black cat, who lives next door, scratched me, this morning, as I tried to lift her up and put her inside her home. The reason for the scratch was that Kitty Poo was interacting with Monkey, the mostly stray cat, who lives around and about our neighborhood. Monkey was hovering at The Love Porch front door trying to get a bite to eat. Kitty Poo was probably trying to show Monkey who was The Boss of The Porch, when I interfered. Well, excuse me.

I followed Kitty Poo inside, so that I could feed her. Henry, the great Great Dane who lives with her, had eaten the food that I had placed in her bowl, several hours earlier. Kitty Poo was her old friendly self, as I scooped the wet food out of the small can. When I was done, I made the mistake of stepping in front of the sink, which is located next to Anna's food. Anna is the other great Great Dane who lives in this apartment. Something smelled funky, and I looked down to see that I had stepped in some fresh, and stinky, poop that Anna had deposited on the floor in front of her food, and the sink. Since I am baby-sitting the Danes, and Kitty Poo, I will have to clean this shit up. Yucky Poo!

Bob Dylan just sang about some guy bumming a cigarette, and it reminded me of the days when I was trying to quit smoking cigarettes, and one of the tricks that I tried along the way was to quit buying them. I got good at bumming cigarettes; very good. I got to where I was bumming my brand. Instead of saying, "Hey, have you got a cigarette," I would say, "Hey, have you got a Camel Filter, or a Marlboro Red?" I'm glad that those days are over, and I am glad that I have almost 20 years without a cigarette.



I've experience joy,
and I've experienced sorrow;
and, so far, there has
always been a tomorrow for me.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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

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My Love is Just Joan who shoots
The K Minute Video, and takes
the pictures of K on this page.

Peace and Love.