#25 WORKING COPU WEIRD #24
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Dear Mikel Poet,
Thank you for contacting Graywolf Press about your ms, "The Delivery Guy." We appreciate your consideration of Graywolf as a potential home for your manuscript.
We have reviewed the material you sent, and ultimately, have decided not to pursue it for publication. The short list of titles we publish each year significantly limits us in terms of taking on new projects.
We wish we could respond individually to all of the submissions we receive, and regret that we must inform you of our decision with this form letter.
We wish you the best of luck in finding the right home for your work.
Best wishes,
The Editors
Graywolf Press
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K Responds to The News: I'm going to be As Big As Vietnam,
and no one is going to have to die.
Yes, smiling counter person, make mine with 1%,
whipped cream, and cochineal bugs. And keep
the change.
http://www.wtsp.com/news/watercooler/article/247597/58/Report-Starbucks-Strawberry-Frappuccinos-dyed-with-crushed-bugs
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K Needs/To Do List
--Pharmacy--Bandaids, cotton balls, pills.
--cat food--dry, and wet
--Buy Quick Pick Mega Millions (Cash Option).
--vinegar
--Bragg's ACV
--Dog Biscuits
--Install free Norton from Comast.
Eat. Pray. Laugh. Love.
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Reconciliation gives you such a nice vibration,
nice thing to build your foundation on.
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When most cats rub up against my legs, while I am sitting at my desk, they are indicating that they want me to pet them; but, tonight, it is my black cat jaggar who is doing the rubbing up against my legs, but, as usual, when I bend down to pet him, he is having no part of that. You can't pet Jaggar; the closest that he will get to you is to rub up agiainst your legs. Sttanage, cat; that.
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Is it possible that Robert Bales did not operate alone?
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Without Being Millionaires
If you ever want to fuel my drive,
light the fire that is inside;
me and you could find things to do
without being millionaires.
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Tell Pepperoni it didn't make The Pizza.
Aww, Hell, where is is pepperoni going to get a job?
It's no matter to us.
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I bought 3 Mega Million Quick Pick tickets,
the other night, trying to win the $600 million
pot. I just turned my ticket in, and the guy
gave me 7 bucks. I can't buy the house of my
dreams, and elevators for all the new cars that
I would buy, but I am thankful. I am going to
take the four dollars that I won, and reinvest
it in The Lottery. I am now a poor sucker
being seduced by The State.
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A cough drop doesn't feel good on a tongue
that is already suffering from a bout with
some very hot pico de gallo sauce.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
#24 Weird
Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost 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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Workers Sneaking Into The Zoo
Idiotic replies to my
pseudo suicidal emails
threatening to free Charles Manson
make Ted Bundy rise
like a bunny on Easter
put your money in the basket
while your children arm themselves with machine guns
to go to schools that you bought with your Mercedes
that you stole from workers sneaking into the zoo
past the hookers past men strung out on malt liquor
crack cocaine and poverty.
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do people have to hate?
I sit in the fancy bookstore now typing
on a laptop somebody paid for for me.
Why does Europe hate us
side with Pakistan in the Middle East?
I won’t tell any lies.
If you listen very carefully you will hear
Bob Marley whispering in my ear
drowning out the Saturday night conversation.
---------------------------------------
I can’t oppose a war for oil
if my primary goal is
to ride in a limousine.
I shouldn’t use my platform for peace
as a stepping stone to getting my face
on the cover of The Rolling Stone.
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You run I hide you seek
I drive past houses
where people used to live.
Now, they're not vacant
but where has everybody gone?
You need not care if you cut your hair
it is not the color of your skin
that will stand before you at the gates of Hell.
Oh, well; you run I hide you seek.
i chew on a toothpick
they smoke cigarettes
between an undergraduate
and a master's degree.
I can't run away.
When frat boys string guitars
and artists play intramurals,
won't the world be such a blur.
I’m so uncertain not sure
if I should carry on;
worthlessly semantic manic
not in a state of ease
I'm too busy to panic
God must be crazy
he made me.
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Your Credit Cards Subjugate Us
Your credit cards subjugate us.
Your oil companies strand us
their mound of cheese grows
bigger while we nibble on air
polluted and pumped into what?
We eat chickens and cows
so strung out on growth hormones
that they make it seem like
Jimi Hendrix wasn’t getting high.
Everybody’s got to die
but why does it have to be
such a pain in the ass to get there?
There will be a doctor waiting to
buy martinis with your liver
a soul less surgeon will have already
stolen your heart sold it on the
internet given your descendants
not a pint of blood.
perhaps your christ shouldn’t be
so harsh he causes you to be mean
gives your children no alternative
to the noose when they do what
nature says to.
settle down...
FIND JESUS FAST
lose your virginity
slow down it s the end
of the world allegedly
don t blow it show your
true colors yesterday
your flag was green today
you re waving the red
white and blue.
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The Other Person Poem of The Week
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I Know Their Meanings
I hear
The language of trees
The words of water
The voice of air. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Great One.
I see
The writings of wind
The painting of clouds
The art of breathe. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Majestic One.
I feel
The emotions of a storm
The touch of dew
The drama of existing. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Splendid One.
–Just Joan
This is Just Joan. She took all the pictures that you see above, and also wrote The Other Poem of The Week. I didn't put any tags with the photos, because without them, the pictures have a cinematic quality about them. I will explain who everyb
----------------------------------------
I put a violin in my son’s hands when he was around three years old, praying that he would take to the instrument, but resolute to not force him to stick with it if he wanted out. Well, after a couple of years, he wanted out. I was bummed, because the young kid was playing, “Blowing in the Wind,” by Bob Dylan, among other songs, and I was enthusiastic about our musical future. I could see Graem, on stage, playing violin, while I stood next to him spouting word: my words, a.k.a poetry.
Things on violins break, so I went to a really neat Violin Store in Downtown Decatur, Georgia. There I met the nicest, and most interesting man: Paul Mecer. He was a violinist, himself; a really good one, and I have been fortunate to be able to follow his career over the last couple of decades. Paul’s violin has lead him to perform in front of audiences all around the world. He is an amazing performer. One of his projects is called The Ghosts Story. Joan, and I, were fortunate to catch this musical adventure the other night.
Joan’s pictures of this event read like a motion picture, that is why I have put no captions with the pictures. I want you to feel Paul Mercer and Just Joan’s flow. Paul is the violinist in all of the pictures; Dave Petterson is the percussionist, and Sacha Dzuba is the guest violinist. The Belly Dancer is Monet Fort. These four put on an amazing show.
-----------------------------------------
If you must have more K, you can click here,, and buy
K’s stunning memoir, “The Delivery Guy,” or one of his
fine, fine poetry books. I suggest that you start with,
“They Shot Bob Marley Outside The Dakota.”
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
If you would like to donate to K: ,http://mikelk.com/
click on this link: http://mikelk.com/
-------------------------------
"Harumph, Mikel K; harumph." (Photo Source Unknown).
Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job..
-------------------------------------------------
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.
----------------------------------------------------
Workers Sneaking Into The Zoo
Idiotic replies to my
pseudo suicidal emails
threatening to free Charles Manson
make Ted Bundy rise
like a bunny on Easter
put your money in the basket
while your children arm themselves with machine guns
to go to schools that you bought with your Mercedes
that you stole from workers sneaking into the zoo
past the hookers past men strung out on malt liquor
crack cocaine and poverty.
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do people have to hate?
I sit in the fancy bookstore now typing
on a laptop somebody paid for for me.
Why does Europe hate us
side with Pakistan in the Middle East?
I won’t tell any lies.
If you listen very carefully you will hear
Bob Marley whispering in my ear
drowning out the Saturday night conversation.
---------------------------------------
I can’t oppose a war for oil
if my primary goal is
to ride in a limousine.
I shouldn’t use my platform for peace
as a stepping stone to getting my face
on the cover of The Rolling Stone.
-----------------------------
You run I hide you seek
I drive past houses
where people used to live.
Now, they're not vacant
but where has everybody gone?
You need not care if you cut your hair
it is not the color of your skin
that will stand before you at the gates of Hell.
Oh, well; you run I hide you seek.
i chew on a toothpick
they smoke cigarettes
between an undergraduate
and a master's degree.
I can't run away.
When frat boys string guitars
and artists play intramurals,
won't the world be such a blur.
I’m so uncertain not sure
if I should carry on;
worthlessly semantic manic
not in a state of ease
I'm too busy to panic
God must be crazy
he made me.
-----------------------------------
Your Credit Cards Subjugate Us
Your credit cards subjugate us.
Your oil companies strand us
their mound of cheese grows
bigger while we nibble on air
polluted and pumped into what?
We eat chickens and cows
so strung out on growth hormones
that they make it seem like
Jimi Hendrix wasn’t getting high.
Everybody’s got to die
but why does it have to be
such a pain in the ass to get there?
There will be a doctor waiting to
buy martinis with your liver
a soul less surgeon will have already
stolen your heart sold it on the
internet given your descendants
not a pint of blood.
perhaps your christ shouldn’t be
so harsh he causes you to be mean
gives your children no alternative
to the noose when they do what
nature says to.
settle down...
FIND JESUS FAST
lose your virginity
slow down it s the end
of the world allegedly
don t blow it show your
true colors yesterday
your flag was green today
you re waving the red
white and blue.
------------------------------------
The Other Person Poem of The Week
-------------------------------------
I Know Their Meanings
I hear
The language of trees
The words of water
The voice of air. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Great One.
I see
The writings of wind
The painting of clouds
The art of breathe. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Majestic One.
I feel
The emotions of a storm
The touch of dew
The drama of existing. . . .
And I know their meanings.
Thank you Splendid One.
–Just Joan
This is Just Joan. She took all the pictures that you see above, and also wrote The Other Poem of The Week. I didn't put any tags with the photos, because without them, the pictures have a cinematic quality about them. I will explain who everyb
----------------------------------------
I put a violin in my son’s hands when he was around three years old, praying that he would take to the instrument, but resolute to not force him to stick with it if he wanted out. Well, after a couple of years, he wanted out. I was bummed, because the young kid was playing, “Blowing in the Wind,” by Bob Dylan, among other songs, and I was enthusiastic about our musical future. I could see Graem, on stage, playing violin, while I stood next to him spouting word: my words, a.k.a poetry.
Things on violins break, so I went to a really neat Violin Store in Downtown Decatur, Georgia. There I met the nicest, and most interesting man: Paul Mecer. He was a violinist, himself; a really good one, and I have been fortunate to be able to follow his career over the last couple of decades. Paul’s violin has lead him to perform in front of audiences all around the world. He is an amazing performer. One of his projects is called The Ghosts Story. Joan, and I, were fortunate to catch this musical adventure the other night.
Joan’s pictures of this event read like a motion picture, that is why I have put no captions with the pictures. I want you to feel Paul Mercer and Just Joan’s flow. Paul is the violinist in all of the pictures; Dave Petterson is the percussionist, and Sacha Dzuba is the guest violinist. The Belly Dancer is Monet Fort. These four put on an amazing show.
-----------------------------------------
If you must have more K, you can click here,, and buy
K’s stunning memoir, “The Delivery Guy,” or one of his
fine, fine poetry books. I suggest that you start with,
“They Shot Bob Marley Outside The Dakota.”
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
If you would like to donate to K: ,http://mikelk.com/
click on this link: http://mikelk.com/
-------------------------------
"Harumph, Mikel K; harumph." (Photo Source Unknown).
Friday, March 16, 2012
#23 Weird
"This hotel that I'm working tonight
is nothing but people who haven't seen
their toes in two decades and millionaires
with no class...geez, how did the gene pool
get so shallow?"--Artist Patrick Thorne
"I hear you, Patrick. I hear you!" (Photo of Mikel K by Ive Scout Ball).
----------------------------------------------------
Wanda Rahm: Mikel K ia a pretty cool
Atlanta based poet/performance artist
I knew from way way back in the day.
Baron Von Mundy: Ironic that he’s a
poet. He looks more like the guy that
comes to give you a thrashing when
you miss your protection money payment.
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Cyndi Craven, Singer-Song Writer,
and Artist–Mikel K is my hero,
and my daily dose of don’t give
up. I’m happy he’s on WorldWideHippies.com.
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"I'm going to start telling people that
I am in the Federal Witness Protection Program
to keep them at bay."--Mikel K
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I have been seeing gray. It was suggested to
me, yesterday,that I might have cataracts, which
I do. The eye doctor has been waiting to get rid
of them; I forget the reason why, butI am going
to call him on Monday. Someone said that I could
treat cataracts with apple cider vinegar, but my
eyes seem to important to me to fuck around with
home remedies.
---------------------------------------------
It is St. Patrick's Day, and I am in
Cindi Craven is one of The Southeast's most talented singer song writers. She is also "The Cat Lady," with an immense love for her cats, and your cats. She is also a web designer. Check out her work, here: http://cyndicravendesign.com/
Little 5 Points, where a large number
of people are dressed in green. One fellow
has his filthy shirt off, and is using it
as a pillow; he is passed out on the
sidewalk, right in the middle of all the
happy action in The Square.
I relate to this guy more than I relate to
all the revelers dressed in green. In the
past, when I was still drinking, I often
passed out in some pretty strange places.
Alcohol can be a friend to some of us,
and a cruel enemy to others.
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I can't write and talk at the same time
I am the observer, right now, somewhat hoping
that no one who knows me sees me on this patio
of the coffee shop, and sits down to chat.
--------------------------------
Most people are at work now
Snave and The Grass are one of the finest blues'rock and roll bands in the nation. Help book them in your town. http://snaveandthegrass.com/
On a Monday Morning
you can get one of
the swings at the park
that sit by the pond
that you can't get
on the weekend.
-----------------------------
The day before the first day of spring
My body is moving slow
there is nowhere to go to
but where I am,
sitting by the pond
ducks and geese abound,
birds chirping,
dogwoods blooming.
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My dad used to say, "If you're hungry
enough,you will eat it!!" I am applying
this theory to my dogs, who are balking
at the small amount of apple cider vinegar
They never miss a meal. The K Dogs: Morrison on rt, and Dylan. (Photo by K).
that I am, now, adding to their meals
because it is supposed to be wonderful
for them. I am, also. spraying ACV on
Morisson's hot spots, and it is helping
immensely. I wish I hadn't bought this
$36 bottle of stuff from the fancy pet
store, that didn't work at all.
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Kill The Enemy
Just another day in the neighborhood
the women and the children they are looking good.
Someone dropped a bomb in the middle of my dream,
now I want to join The Mafia The CIA The infantry.
What went wrong who hates us why?
Who are we who they hate is it all of us:
the mailman the workingman the single mom
the little league dad.
Who stole the oil who raped the land who killed
their women and children and said it was us?
Which revolution should i buy into?
The Failure Cat Says, "NO!!"
Which TV speaks the truth?
Which newspaper reports to me in “our” best interest?
The revolution will not.
The revolution will not.
(From The K Book, "They Shot Bob Marley
Outside The Dakota.")
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I love living. It's really fun!
------------------------------
He's a heavy weight
and thus, I am a light weight,
unless we can somehow
weigh ourselves together.
--------------------------------
I have all that I need,
and I'm trying to limit what I want.
There is nothing wrong with eating at home,
I don't need to eat at a fancy restaurant.
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Joan got to shoot Trombone Shorty, and his amazing band, Avenue A, at a private party in Atlanta. It was a great night. Joan is a great photographer. (Photo by Just Joan).
If I needed a friend, on you
could I depend?
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Mikel K: "We're beginning to see the beginning
of the end,"the political type lady on TV just said.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater likes this.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater I think the little lady might be right.
Mikel K: Run like Hell.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater I've already started making plans.
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Respect
The cats do not respect my poems
they kick them to the ground
so they can lay down on them.
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Get off of The Stage, son: you've used up
all your time. (You know who you are).
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Against my window you lay your head.
I didn't know you, so I put a bullet
between your eyes.
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It is three o'clock, and I am having
my first cup of coffee, and, yes, I have
the lack of caffeine headache that
Another Just Joan Photo: Trombone Shorty is seen here being part of, instead of being the star for every single minute of the show. He shares his limelight with his band. Special thanks to Adam Avery for being so kind.
a regular user gets when not imbibing.
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I am starting the day with a beautiful
cup of coffee, and an amazing singer-songwriter,
Andy Browne. I am listening, again, as I do so
often to his, “Chemical Road Promo CD.” You
really should buy a copy of this disc.
I guarantee that you will LOVE IT!
http://www.cduniverse.com/productinfo.asp?pid=7165891
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The K Kolumn Other Person Poem of The Week
Penis
I want a penis
I want to give birth to it
so I can teach it to be nice.
Teach it to be gentle,
K Artist of The Week: Glenn Fox www.GLENNFOX.com
teach it how to love.
I want it to ejaculate itself on the floor
spread it into the wood
and teach it how to be perfect history
without war and bloody hands.
I want to wash it, dry it,
hang it out to dry on a sunny day.
I want to set it on the window sill
have it look out at the flowers,
look to the sky and listen to the sound
of a child's laughter.
I want to introduce it to my friends,
have them pet it nicely, never being afraid.
I want my penis to feel the tears of women
and understand the animal cruelty of its nature.
I want my penis to be deaf, never listening
to the voices that define what it means to be a man.
--Diana May-Waldman
From her book of poems, "a woman's song."
which you can buy in paper back at:
http://www.publishamerica.net/product94192.html
or for Kindle at:
http://www.amazon.com/A-Womans-Song-ebook/dp/B005T4DG12/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319827217&sr=1-1
"This hotel that I'm working tonight
is nothing but people who haven't seen
their toes in two decades and millionaires
with no class...geez, how did the gene pool
get so shallow?"--Artist Patrick Thorne
"I hear you, Patrick. I hear you!" (Photo of Mikel K by Ive Scout Ball).
----------------------------------------------------
Wanda Rahm: Mikel K ia a pretty cool
Atlanta based poet/performance artist
I knew from way way back in the day.
Baron Von Mundy: Ironic that he’s a
poet. He looks more like the guy that
comes to give you a thrashing when
you miss your protection money payment.
-----------------------------------------------------
Cyndi Craven, Singer-Song Writer,
and Artist–Mikel K is my hero,
and my daily dose of don’t give
up. I’m happy he’s on WorldWideHippies.com.
------------------------------------------------------
"I'm going to start telling people that
I am in the Federal Witness Protection Program
to keep them at bay."--Mikel K
--------------------------------------
I have been seeing gray. It was suggested to
me, yesterday,that I might have cataracts, which
I do. The eye doctor has been waiting to get rid
of them; I forget the reason why, butI am going
to call him on Monday. Someone said that I could
treat cataracts with apple cider vinegar, but my
eyes seem to important to me to fuck around with
home remedies.
---------------------------------------------
It is St. Patrick's Day, and I am in
Cindi Craven is one of The Southeast's most talented singer song writers. She is also "The Cat Lady," with an immense love for her cats, and your cats. She is also a web designer. Check out her work, here: http://cyndicravendesign.com/
Little 5 Points, where a large number
of people are dressed in green. One fellow
has his filthy shirt off, and is using it
as a pillow; he is passed out on the
sidewalk, right in the middle of all the
happy action in The Square.
I relate to this guy more than I relate to
all the revelers dressed in green. In the
past, when I was still drinking, I often
passed out in some pretty strange places.
Alcohol can be a friend to some of us,
and a cruel enemy to others.
----------------------------------------------
I can't write and talk at the same time
I am the observer, right now, somewhat hoping
that no one who knows me sees me on this patio
of the coffee shop, and sits down to chat.
--------------------------------
Most people are at work now
Snave and The Grass are one of the finest blues'rock and roll bands in the nation. Help book them in your town. http://snaveandthegrass.com/
On a Monday Morning
you can get one of
the swings at the park
that sit by the pond
that you can't get
on the weekend.
-----------------------------
The day before the first day of spring
My body is moving slow
there is nowhere to go to
but where I am,
sitting by the pond
ducks and geese abound,
birds chirping,
dogwoods blooming.
-------------------------------
My dad used to say, "If you're hungry
enough,you will eat it!!" I am applying
this theory to my dogs, who are balking
at the small amount of apple cider vinegar
They never miss a meal. The K Dogs: Morrison on rt, and Dylan. (Photo by K).
that I am, now, adding to their meals
because it is supposed to be wonderful
for them. I am, also. spraying ACV on
Morisson's hot spots, and it is helping
immensely. I wish I hadn't bought this
$36 bottle of stuff from the fancy pet
store, that didn't work at all.
----------------------------------
Kill The Enemy
Just another day in the neighborhood
the women and the children they are looking good.
Someone dropped a bomb in the middle of my dream,
now I want to join The Mafia The CIA The infantry.
What went wrong who hates us why?
Who are we who they hate is it all of us:
the mailman the workingman the single mom
the little league dad.
Who stole the oil who raped the land who killed
their women and children and said it was us?
Which revolution should i buy into?
The Failure Cat Says, "NO!!"
Which TV speaks the truth?
Which newspaper reports to me in “our” best interest?
The revolution will not.
The revolution will not.
(From The K Book, "They Shot Bob Marley
Outside The Dakota.")
------------------------------
I love living. It's really fun!
------------------------------
He's a heavy weight
and thus, I am a light weight,
unless we can somehow
weigh ourselves together.
--------------------------------
I have all that I need,
and I'm trying to limit what I want.
There is nothing wrong with eating at home,
I don't need to eat at a fancy restaurant.
----------------------------
Joan got to shoot Trombone Shorty, and his amazing band, Avenue A, at a private party in Atlanta. It was a great night. Joan is a great photographer. (Photo by Just Joan).
If I needed a friend, on you
could I depend?
-----------------------------
Mikel K: "We're beginning to see the beginning
of the end,"the political type lady on TV just said.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater likes this.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater I think the little lady might be right.
Mikel K: Run like Hell.
Sloan Carroll Rainwater I've already started making plans.
------------------------------
Respect
The cats do not respect my poems
they kick them to the ground
so they can lay down on them.
----------------------------
Get off of The Stage, son: you've used up
all your time. (You know who you are).
---------------------------------------
Against my window you lay your head.
I didn't know you, so I put a bullet
between your eyes.
---------------------------------------
It is three o'clock, and I am having
my first cup of coffee, and, yes, I have
the lack of caffeine headache that
Another Just Joan Photo: Trombone Shorty is seen here being part of, instead of being the star for every single minute of the show. He shares his limelight with his band. Special thanks to Adam Avery for being so kind.
a regular user gets when not imbibing.
----------------------------------------
I am starting the day with a beautiful
cup of coffee, and an amazing singer-songwriter,
Andy Browne. I am listening, again, as I do so
often to his, “Chemical Road Promo CD.” You
really should buy a copy of this disc.
I guarantee that you will LOVE IT!
http://www.cduniverse.com/productinfo.asp?pid=7165891
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-
The K Kolumn Other Person Poem of The Week
Penis
I want a penis
I want to give birth to it
so I can teach it to be nice.
Teach it to be gentle,
K Artist of The Week: Glenn Fox www.GLENNFOX.com
teach it how to love.
I want it to ejaculate itself on the floor
spread it into the wood
and teach it how to be perfect history
without war and bloody hands.
I want to wash it, dry it,
hang it out to dry on a sunny day.
I want to set it on the window sill
have it look out at the flowers,
look to the sky and listen to the sound
of a child's laughter.
I want to introduce it to my friends,
have them pet it nicely, never being afraid.
I want my penis to feel the tears of women
and understand the animal cruelty of its nature.
I want my penis to be deaf, never listening
to the voices that define what it means to be a man.
--Diana May-Waldman
From her book of poems, "a woman's song."
which you can buy in paper back at:
http://www.publishamerica.net/product94192.html
or for Kindle at:
http://www.amazon.com/A-Womans-Song-ebook/dp/B005T4DG12/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319827217&sr=1-1
Sunday, March 11, 2012
K: All my rowdie friends are dead.
David Nihiser Still walking still stalking still rowdy
Mikel K Poet "Party Up Mother Fuckers."
(Current Space Seed Front Person John Pack
used to scream this, back in the day, before
and while his band The Cocktail Gurlz played.
David Nihiser It wouldnt be a party without you sweetcheeks.
(David doesn't really think I am cute.)
Andy Browne all mine just calmed down...makin payments onna sofa or a girl...
Mikel K Poet Ha ha nice song line....
55 minutes ago · Unlike · 1.
Andy Browne yes i do think its been used..for that very thing.
25 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world,
Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl.
Love 'n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands,
Hands that slap his kids around, 'cause they don't understand how,
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
'n every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n roll,
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold,
But I believe in this and it's been tested by research,
He, who fucks nuns, will later join the church.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Fear in the gun-sights,
They say lie low,
You say ok,
Don't wanna play the show,
Now all you're thinking
"Was it death or glory now?"
Playing the blues of kings,
Sure looks better now.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, just another story?
From every dingy basement, on every dingy street,
Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat,
It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you've been trying for years, we 'ready heard your song
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
We gonna march, a long way,
Fight, a long time,
We got to travel, over mountains,
Got to travel, over seas,
We gonna fight, your brother,
We gonna fight, 'til you loose,
We gonna raise, trouble,
We gonna raise, hell.
We gonna fight, your brother,
Raise, hell.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, becomes just another story
18 minutes ago · Like.
Mikel K Poet Who wrote that?
9 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne mr strummer...death or glory
9 minutes ago · Like.
Mikel K Poet Great lyrics. What did you think of them making money off a couple of theirs songs to sell things?
6 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne good for them ...strummer died with 750,000 in propert and under 1 million in cash..for the influence he had he should have been worth alot more..i have no problems with bands getting what they can ,god knows there ripped off from day one -from everyone under the sun and their brother...
5 minutes ago · Unlike · 1.
Mikel K Poet I used to not like the idea of bands doing that, but then, one day, I reailized that it was none of my business!
2 minutes ago · Like.
David Nihiser Still walking still stalking still rowdy
Mikel K Poet "Party Up Mother Fuckers."
(Current Space Seed Front Person John Pack
used to scream this, back in the day, before
and while his band The Cocktail Gurlz played.
David Nihiser It wouldnt be a party without you sweetcheeks.
(David doesn't really think I am cute.)
Andy Browne all mine just calmed down...makin payments onna sofa or a girl...
Mikel K Poet Ha ha nice song line....
55 minutes ago · Unlike · 1.
Andy Browne yes i do think its been used..for that very thing.
25 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world,
Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl.
Love 'n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands,
Hands that slap his kids around, 'cause they don't understand how,
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
'n every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n roll,
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold,
But I believe in this and it's been tested by research,
He, who fucks nuns, will later join the church.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Fear in the gun-sights,
They say lie low,
You say ok,
Don't wanna play the show,
Now all you're thinking
"Was it death or glory now?"
Playing the blues of kings,
Sure looks better now.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, just another story?
From every dingy basement, on every dingy street,
Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat,
It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you've been trying for years, we 'ready heard your song
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
We gonna march, a long way,
Fight, a long time,
We got to travel, over mountains,
Got to travel, over seas,
We gonna fight, your brother,
We gonna fight, 'til you loose,
We gonna raise, trouble,
We gonna raise, hell.
We gonna fight, your brother,
Raise, hell.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, becomes just another story
18 minutes ago · Like.
Mikel K Poet Who wrote that?
9 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne mr strummer...death or glory
9 minutes ago · Like.
Mikel K Poet Great lyrics. What did you think of them making money off a couple of theirs songs to sell things?
6 minutes ago · Like.
Andy Browne good for them ...strummer died with 750,000 in propert and under 1 million in cash..for the influence he had he should have been worth alot more..i have no problems with bands getting what they can ,god knows there ripped off from day one -from everyone under the sun and their brother...
5 minutes ago · Unlike · 1.
Mikel K Poet I used to not like the idea of bands doing that, but then, one day, I reailized that it was none of my business!
2 minutes ago · Like.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
#22 When The Going Gets Weird
pics: Bolton by leash.
----------------------
Finster Fest will be held in downtown Summerville,Ga., near Athens,
where Finster's home, Paradise Garden, is being restored, on
Saturday May 5th 10a.m.-6p.m. & Sunday May 6th 12p.m.-5p.m. 2012
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Dead at 22. Marine Sgt. Merlin German was
burned over 97% of his body by a roadside bomb
explosion beneath a Humvee in Iraq.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/babylonbeyond/2008/05/iraq-miracle-ma.html
----
Rhino Pic
This is sick, and sad, and disgusting
and whoever did it should be shot to death.
They kill the rhinoceroses for their tusks,
I believe, which are worth quite a bit of
money to some sick sadistic wealthy prick.
--------------------------------------
I was taught to go after the who what when where
and why of The Situation.
---------------------------------------
To Show Me The Stars
There is nothing to calm the fear of a day
full of creditors who cant be satisfied,
dunning letters that can't be replied to,
except for,
a walk in the dark to the store for ice cream
with a dog happy to see me,
and a daughter who brings a flashlight
to show me the stars.
----------------------------
What's the solution to war?
What's the solution to war?
We should send old men and old women
to war, let them kill themselves off
in the name of bigger cars and better
air-conditioning.
Let the congressmen and the kings,
the presidents and the heads of state
pull out guns and knives and battle
to the death.
Why should my son or daughter fight
for you, you fucking cowards, you killers,
you creeps.
You hide behind your hallow halls,
you hide behind your laws that money buys.
I want you out in the open
looking down the barrel of a gun,
see what my son would see,
before he pulled the trigger,
a man just like himself,
scared just like himself,
put there just like himself
by a man like you.
The blood that spills
the guts that pour
should be yours, Mr. President.
The guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Speaker of the House.
The brains that splat,
the guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Senator.
Teenagers should not be killing teenagers,
they should be studying math.
or tearing down an engine,
or hitchhiking through Europe.
War is not a game of chess.
------------------------------
Different Strokes
They are knocking on doors
and making phone calls
trying to make a sale.
I am sitting at my desk
trying to write a poem.
-----------------------------
I think that it is best to start your day with silence,
and then move into some music as you write. I don't
think tuning into The Cable News, first thing in the
morning, is the best idea: I like my thoughts to be as
much my own as possible.
-----------------------------
Mikel K is my hero, and my daily dose of
don’t give up. I’m happy he’s on WorldWideHippies.com.
--Cyndi Craven
http://cyndicravendesign.com/
------------------------------
It seems like tits should always know when you have
seen them. I just opened a picture on this guy's page,
and a nice pair of jugs in a skimpy green dresss
jumped out at me. I wonder if the girl's boobs could,
somehow, feel my eyes upon them. That girl let someone
take that picture of her, and now it is out in cyberspace
for old men to look at.
-------------------------------
Sometimes, we believe in things
and we have no idea why we believe.
-------------------------------
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever
intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”--Richard Brautigan
-------------------------------
I am going to fix me a second cup
of coffee, but first I am going to piss
---------------------------------
A chat with a lawyer with heart and soul:
Mikel K Poet: Hey Kimmerz; how is the world of law?
Kimmerz Dougherty: It depends. That is always the
lawyer's answer. Ha ha.
Mikel K Poet: Do you think that most lawyers have
a great heart, and soul?
Kimmerz Dougherty: Nope.
Mikel K Poet How do you maintain your integrity?
Kimmerz Dougherty I'm just me. I've always had
a strong ethical character and that will never change.
It's part of the core of who I am.
Mikel K Poet That's a good thing, Kimmerzz;
your parents done good!
----------------------------------
Play the Game
Follow the rules
you'll be rewarded.
Play the game,
there is something
in it for you.
Follow the rules,
don't make waves.
Follow the rules,
don't be a fool
and deviate.
Play the game;
it's the only way.
------------------------
Ordinary Things
I may have missed
the window, this morning
on writing poems, and
I will have to content myself
with such ordinary things
as washing the dishes
and taking the dogs out to piss.
---------------------------------
War Is Over
She is fighting her battles,
and I am fighting mine;
and when the wars are over
we meet in the middle for some fun.
----------------------------------
Note to Brandy: I don't know how many times
I have said to gals,"Look Dear...I'm a sailor."
---------------------------------
In The Long Run
Somewhere, there is a man
who is sure that it is the right thing to do
to send the soldiers who he commands
to their death. In the long run,
businessmen will profit.
--------------------------------------
But you will never meet them
Somewhere, there is a woman
who you could love.
Somewhere, there is a man
who you could love.
-----------------------------------
How the fuck did they do that?
What made them think that way,
that they could discover such a thing.
If it was left up to me, we wouldn't
have hammers, or toilet paper; and
we would be walking everywhere.
----------------------------------
Reid believed Rafferty was fundamentally unsuited to
the pressures of celebrity: "He struck me as a very,
very sensitive man and for someone like that, fame
was probably not appropriate."--Wikipedia
-------------------------
The dogs, and I, just did an hour walk. We all feel
very accomplished about this. The dogs are bummed out
cuz there is not water in the bulding, just a plumber
working on pipes.
-------------------------
I'm not much fancy
I don't go to fancy restaurants.
I don't have a fancy car, or any car at all.
I don't live in, and own, a fancy house.
Fancy that.
------------------------------
If it's the only game in town,
do you have to play it?
------------------------------
Shame on you
You shame easily
The Nuns and Priests
have done their job.
You'll never steal from
them, and if you do
you'll confess it in a
booth, sometime before Sunday.
------------------------------=
He got so high that he forgot that
he was listening to The Grateful Dead.
-------------------------------
I like CNN's John King, but find it very boring,
and confusing, when he stands there pointing at
states on the screen, and spewing percentages
at me during primary election coverage.
-------------------------------
"Mikel, you always bring up such interesting plurally applicable questionings, yet you have a wonderful inclusive quality about you- that few genuinely have, I enjoy your wallspace and the colourful array of banter it brings around this long table. Thought you should know that..."
--Candi V. Auchterlonie
---------------------------------
I close my eyes, at night
and sleep peacefully
knowing that I have not
ripped anyone off.
----------------------------------
I was born in The North,
but have lived most of my life
in The South, so am I still
a Yankee?
----------------------------------
I've read that the levels of pesticides in strawberries,
and apple peels, is high. Someone said don't worry
about it, the body kills the poison. Is this true, or is it
true that the pesticides will, eventually, kill the body?
---------------------------------
pics: Bolton by leash.
----------------------
Finster Fest will be held in downtown Summerville,Ga., near Athens,
where Finster's home, Paradise Garden, is being restored, on
Saturday May 5th 10a.m.-6p.m. & Sunday May 6th 12p.m.-5p.m. 2012
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Dead at 22. Marine Sgt. Merlin German was
burned over 97% of his body by a roadside bomb
explosion beneath a Humvee in Iraq.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/babylonbeyond/2008/05/iraq-miracle-ma.html
----
Rhino Pic
This is sick, and sad, and disgusting
and whoever did it should be shot to death.
They kill the rhinoceroses for their tusks,
I believe, which are worth quite a bit of
money to some sick sadistic wealthy prick.
--------------------------------------
I was taught to go after the who what when where
and why of The Situation.
---------------------------------------
To Show Me The Stars
There is nothing to calm the fear of a day
full of creditors who cant be satisfied,
dunning letters that can't be replied to,
except for,
a walk in the dark to the store for ice cream
with a dog happy to see me,
and a daughter who brings a flashlight
to show me the stars.
----------------------------
What's the solution to war?
What's the solution to war?
We should send old men and old women
to war, let them kill themselves off
in the name of bigger cars and better
air-conditioning.
Let the congressmen and the kings,
the presidents and the heads of state
pull out guns and knives and battle
to the death.
Why should my son or daughter fight
for you, you fucking cowards, you killers,
you creeps.
You hide behind your hallow halls,
you hide behind your laws that money buys.
I want you out in the open
looking down the barrel of a gun,
see what my son would see,
before he pulled the trigger,
a man just like himself,
scared just like himself,
put there just like himself
by a man like you.
The blood that spills
the guts that pour
should be yours, Mr. President.
The guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Speaker of the House.
The brains that splat,
the guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Senator.
Teenagers should not be killing teenagers,
they should be studying math.
or tearing down an engine,
or hitchhiking through Europe.
War is not a game of chess.
------------------------------
Different Strokes
They are knocking on doors
and making phone calls
trying to make a sale.
I am sitting at my desk
trying to write a poem.
-----------------------------
I think that it is best to start your day with silence,
and then move into some music as you write. I don't
think tuning into The Cable News, first thing in the
morning, is the best idea: I like my thoughts to be as
much my own as possible.
-----------------------------
Mikel K is my hero, and my daily dose of
don’t give up. I’m happy he’s on WorldWideHippies.com.
--Cyndi Craven
http://cyndicravendesign.com/
------------------------------
It seems like tits should always know when you have
seen them. I just opened a picture on this guy's page,
and a nice pair of jugs in a skimpy green dresss
jumped out at me. I wonder if the girl's boobs could,
somehow, feel my eyes upon them. That girl let someone
take that picture of her, and now it is out in cyberspace
for old men to look at.
-------------------------------
Sometimes, we believe in things
and we have no idea why we believe.
-------------------------------
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever
intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”--Richard Brautigan
-------------------------------
I am going to fix me a second cup
of coffee, but first I am going to piss
---------------------------------
A chat with a lawyer with heart and soul:
Mikel K Poet: Hey Kimmerz; how is the world of law?
Kimmerz Dougherty: It depends. That is always the
lawyer's answer. Ha ha.
Mikel K Poet: Do you think that most lawyers have
a great heart, and soul?
Kimmerz Dougherty: Nope.
Mikel K Poet How do you maintain your integrity?
Kimmerz Dougherty I'm just me. I've always had
a strong ethical character and that will never change.
It's part of the core of who I am.
Mikel K Poet That's a good thing, Kimmerzz;
your parents done good!
----------------------------------
Play the Game
Follow the rules
you'll be rewarded.
Play the game,
there is something
in it for you.
Follow the rules,
don't make waves.
Follow the rules,
don't be a fool
and deviate.
Play the game;
it's the only way.
------------------------
Ordinary Things
I may have missed
the window, this morning
on writing poems, and
I will have to content myself
with such ordinary things
as washing the dishes
and taking the dogs out to piss.
---------------------------------
War Is Over
She is fighting her battles,
and I am fighting mine;
and when the wars are over
we meet in the middle for some fun.
----------------------------------
Note to Brandy: I don't know how many times
I have said to gals,"Look Dear...I'm a sailor."
---------------------------------
In The Long Run
Somewhere, there is a man
who is sure that it is the right thing to do
to send the soldiers who he commands
to their death. In the long run,
businessmen will profit.
--------------------------------------
But you will never meet them
Somewhere, there is a woman
who you could love.
Somewhere, there is a man
who you could love.
-----------------------------------
How the fuck did they do that?
What made them think that way,
that they could discover such a thing.
If it was left up to me, we wouldn't
have hammers, or toilet paper; and
we would be walking everywhere.
----------------------------------
Reid believed Rafferty was fundamentally unsuited to
the pressures of celebrity: "He struck me as a very,
very sensitive man and for someone like that, fame
was probably not appropriate."--Wikipedia
-------------------------
The dogs, and I, just did an hour walk. We all feel
very accomplished about this. The dogs are bummed out
cuz there is not water in the bulding, just a plumber
working on pipes.
-------------------------
I'm not much fancy
I don't go to fancy restaurants.
I don't have a fancy car, or any car at all.
I don't live in, and own, a fancy house.
Fancy that.
------------------------------
If it's the only game in town,
do you have to play it?
------------------------------
Shame on you
You shame easily
The Nuns and Priests
have done their job.
You'll never steal from
them, and if you do
you'll confess it in a
booth, sometime before Sunday.
------------------------------=
He got so high that he forgot that
he was listening to The Grateful Dead.
-------------------------------
I like CNN's John King, but find it very boring,
and confusing, when he stands there pointing at
states on the screen, and spewing percentages
at me during primary election coverage.
-------------------------------
"Mikel, you always bring up such interesting plurally applicable questionings, yet you have a wonderful inclusive quality about you- that few genuinely have, I enjoy your wallspace and the colourful array of banter it brings around this long table. Thought you should know that..."
--Candi V. Auchterlonie
---------------------------------
I close my eyes, at night
and sleep peacefully
knowing that I have not
ripped anyone off.
----------------------------------
I was born in The North,
but have lived most of my life
in The South, so am I still
a Yankee?
----------------------------------
I've read that the levels of pesticides in strawberries,
and apple peels, is high. Someone said don't worry
about it, the body kills the poison. Is this true, or is it
true that the pesticides will, eventually, kill the body?
---------------------------------
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