Many people think that it is "cool."
I think that it is a God-awful place.
Sober up, and, then, come tell me
how much you love it.
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What about politicians?
Many drunks will tell you
that they hardly drink at all.
Some bankers might tell you
that money doesn't matter;
that they are in it for the people.
A fool believes all that he hears.
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The Greater Significance
Someone just sent me an email about Jesus
and I sent it to spam.
At the same time that I did this,
Jerry Garcia is singing
"Knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's door,"
through my speakers.
The microwave buzzer signifying that
my oatmeal is ready just rang
so I am not going to get to ponder
the greater significance of this.
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Rock and Roll
Baby, I wanted to rock,
but I kept rolling
into a jail cell.
Didn't get the bright lights,
nobody read me my rights.
I was just another drunk,
covered in blood, and puke.
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When they see your beauty
their hearts just can't rest
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There's nothing in my box
No U.S. Mail.
No email.
Everybody must have forgotten
that I exist.
Please put me on your list,
of people to send something to:
Mikel K
858 Vedado Way #2
Atlanta, Ga. 30308
mikelkpoet@yahoo.com
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Have you ever been called a dreamer?
Have your dreams ever come true?
Have your dreams ever been replaced
with something more significant?
I had once planned on being
a Rock Star Poet, but then the position
of father opened up for me.
This "job" was far more rewarding
than the one that I had chosen for myself.
The song lyric, "Lose your dreams
and you will lose your mind,"
are not necessarily true.
Your own experiences are mostly purer
than the song lyrics of others.
Keep on dreaming, though.
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Sail Away
He understands how the old sailor man
sails alone,
sails alone.
I saw him sing, once; in Atlanta.
I used to go down to The Omni,
and hang out on the scene
amongst the tie-dye, and homemade sandwiches,
my young son, and I, would wander.
One year, a miracle occurred,
a ticket was offered that I could afford.
It was my only show.
I dug it.
I was recently sober,
so I tuned down the reefer,
and the blow that was offered to me.
I got high on the music.
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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 02, 2010
You see I remember the night
that you can't remember
just like people used to remember
what I did in blackout.
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I don't know what to think of poets
who can't construct complete sentences
when they are writing about themselves.
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But his children do
He's drinking himself to death,
we see him on the tv.
He's drinking himself to death,
we see him on the movies.
He's drinking himself to death,
we see him in the videos.
He's drinking himself to death,
we don't see him at all.
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Sea shells
I don't hear birds chirping outside, this morning.
Don't they head south to condominiums by the beach
when it gets cold?
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No reconstruction
He'll wonder why you didn't call.
He offered you good money,
and you said that you cold do the job.
He didn't realize that
you were in a blackout
when you talked to him,
so the job will never get done.
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 01, 2010
Why follow the path
of someone else
no matter how much
they are earning?
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I took the Halloween decorations down, today the skulls and fake pumpkins are tucked away their orange container. Again, this year, I did not get to stay at the house and hand out candy do the kids. The need to make a bug usually robs me of this joy, and it did it again this year, though, this year, I signed up for "The Job."
I put a sign on the front door that said, "Sorry, we are not participating in Halloween, this year." Nobody egged my home. Nobody laid dog shit down in front of my door, and lit it on fire.
My karma just be good.
Somebody did steal the mannequin head that I had looking over my garden. It was a fairly creepy mannequin head, and I am, actually, sort of glad that it is gone. The garden sucked, so the creepy mannequin head was not any good for it. Mannequin heads seem to come, and go, in my life. I don't know what it is, but after one disappears, another appears. It is as if I am meant to have a mannequin head in my life.
Am I meant to have love in my life? I'm fifty three. I'm single, and I've never married. Will you love me?
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"Atlanta Zombie Apocalypse is the most amazing haunted attraction I’ve ever been to, and I’ve done a ton of them."
- Don Sumner. www.best-horror-movies.com
"the biggest, most unique “total immersion” Halloween horror experience the city of Atlanta (or anywhere else for that matter) has ever seen."
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"you literally become a part of the zombie movie of your life."
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My dreams come true, not when I do as I please, but when I do as I should do. The very minute that one project ended in my life that was exhilarating, and profitable, another offer of a very exhilarating, and profitable, project came to me in my email box. I am so blessed. My role as The Reverend in The Atlanta Zombie Apocalypse project ended, and an offer was extended to me by filmmaker Daniela Garcia: "I would like to offer you the part of the Masters Servant in Blood Reign," the movie.
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 07, 2010
It is cold at my desk
(yes, I do have a desk)
but I have a heater.
I am trying to not run
the central heat,
and just go with space heaters
to see if I can cut down
on the extreme heating bill
that I get when I run
the central heat.
It would be nice
if you could use the heat
that you need
but you can't
if you don't want to
give the utility company
everything that you own.
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I like it here
I could be vulnerable
I have been in the past
but I'm not now
I am on pretty solid ground.
It took a lot of footsteps
some of them long
many of them short
to get to this point.
Yeah to the new day
If you don't write it down
when you consume it
you will, most likely, never
write it down.
And if you are not
writing it down
you are not aware of how many calories
that you are putting into your body
and if you are not aware of how many
calories that you are putting into
your body you will get fat, again.
Women react to you differently
when you are not following behind
a huge gut,
"We' duh," said the kids mother,
when I told her this, yesterday.
All that being said,
I was too tired yesterday
to write down all that I ate,
so I overate,
but today is a brand new day.
In lieu of Easter Bunny
I have an empty chocolate wrapper
sitting on my desk
so that I can enter the calories
from it into my calorie counter.
My kitty, Jagger, is fascinated by it;
he sniffs it, and licks it, constantly.
There is certainly not much
to lick from it; I am pretty thorough
when it comes to chocolate,
but it is still fun to watch
my cat think that he is eating chocolate.
Still haven't found it
I want to say
how you were
once magical,
and, now, you
are just normal,
and just normal
won't do
because I am
looking for magical.
--Mikel K
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I like it here
I could be vulnerable
I have been in the past
but I'm not now
I am on pretty solid ground.
It took a lot of footsteps
some of them long
many of them short
to get to this point.
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Yeah to the new day
If you don't write it down
when you consume it
you will, most likely, never
write it down.
And if you are not
writing it down
you are not aware of how many calories
that you are putting into your body
and if you are not aware of how many
calories that you are putting into
your body you will get fat, again.
Women react to you differently
when you are not following behind
a huge gut,
"We' duh," said the kids mother,
when I told her this, yesterday.
All that being said,
I was too tired yesterday
to write down all that I ate,
so I overate,
but today is a brand new day.
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In lieu of Easter Bunny
I have an empty chocolate wrapper
sitting on my desk
so that I can enter the calories
from it into my calorie counter.
My kitty, Jagger, is fascinated by it;
he sniffs it, and licks it, constantly.
There is certainly not much
to lick from it; I am pretty thorough
when it comes to chocolate,
but it is still fun to watch
my cat think that he is eating chocolate.
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Still haven't found it
I want to say
how you were
once magical,
and, now, you
are just normal,
and just normal
won't do
because I am
looking for magical.
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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 06, 2010
Your love is strange.
You keep me in a cage,
bring me out at prearranged intersections
with place and with time.
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I've moved on.
You're still laying
on the ground crying.
Once it's over, it's over,
and you've got to move on.
You can have pleasant memories,
but you can't
keep living in the past
sure it was fun
it was a blast
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That's just the way it is
I see
the birds.
I see
the trees,
but they mean
nothing to me.
I see
my bank account
growing:
I smile.
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I've nearly lost the ability to cry
but I still loves to eat me some pie.
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Shine On
I've never crossed the water.
There's lunch in the blender.
I haven't been on a bender
in several decades.
Think that I'll have eggs
this morning,
instead of oatmeal.
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 05, 2010
Brrrrrrrrr
It's sweater weather
but you can also wear
a warm coat,
some gloves, a hat,
and a scarf.
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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 04, 2010
Cemetary
You have a current love;
you shouldn't feel alone,
you shouldn't be missing
loves from the past.
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I do what I can,
but, sometimes,
my hands are tied,
like with regards
to cashola, right now.
I may never be a millionaire.
I may never be
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I must be doing
something wrong.
Everywhere I go
I introduce myself
to women who cut me
like with a knife.
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Perfect for love
I'm in love.
I'm not in love.
I'm capable
of love.
I'm incapable
of anything,
and need to
work on myself
before I seek
love,
but I may never
perfect myself
and do i
have to be
perfect for love?
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A question about love
Some say it's eternal.
Some say it's such a loss,
a waste of time,
a drain on your energy.
Some walk to it.
some run from it.
I say that it feels good
when it's working,
but that you are in bed
with Satan,
when it's not.
Kiss me.
When you stop kissing me
when you stop kissing me
when you stop kissing me
the pain is unbearable.
Is it really better
to have loved, and lost,
than to have never loved at all?
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Don't touch me, please
Yesterday, I was on my knees,
but you didn't anoint me;
now that I run from you,
it's all that you can do
to capture me.
Don't lecture me,
with the passage of time
things became very clear
it wasn't me who you
were going to hold dear.
I want what I can't have,
and, now, so do you.
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Grocery store love
You could have loved me more,
but you didn't,
in fact you didn't even say hello.
I saw you at the grocery store,
we were on the same aisle,
but we might as well have been
on different planets.
You didn't see me smile.
You didn't see anything
but that which was right in front of you;
soup I think it was
that captivated your attention.
You could have loved me more,
but you left the grocery store
not even aware that I existed.
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Strange Girl
You're such a strange girl,
I'd like to turn you upside down.
You're such a strange girl,
I'd like to turn you around,
but I know that it is something
that I could never do.
People are what they are
you shouldn't have to fix them
to fall in love with them;
take her as she is
or just walk away.
You're such a strange girl,
I'd like to fix you.
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 08, 2010
What a sell out
It seems that everyone has won a prize for their poetry, but me.
It seems that everyone has an advanced degree in poetry, but me.
I don't feel lonely, or depressed about this.
I am much better about writing poetry, than I am about
submitting poetry for the judgement of others.
This could be because I'm a coward, or it could indicate
that I just don't care about prizes, and degrees.
That being said, I have decided to try to get an advanced degree
in poetry.
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Why am I awake?
It's 3:30 a.m. and I don't know
if I can think onto this small computer.
The one I like to write on
has deserted me, yet again
it's not being my friend,
but that's not important
what's important is that
I haven't been shut down
I can carry on doing what I do.
I don't know what to say
at this hour
I should be still in bed
but I lay down early
and the hour back time thing
is fucking with me.
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I guess you like being broke
If you give it away,
then they won't have to pay.
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Separate Identities
The cat licks his paws after eating breakfast.
My eyes yearn for relief from cat and dog hairs.
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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 07, 2010
Grocery List: I need some honey, honey.
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She might be on Mars
You might not want to
touch or hold me.
You might not want to
look into my eyes,
and kiss me.
You might not want to
hold my hand,
but I'm precious.
Someone, somewhere, will
love me, once again,
like I have been loved before,
only better.
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Certainly, no fault of mine
Blame it on The Whiskey.
Blame it on The Women.
Blame it on The Doormen.
Blame it on The Club.
Blame it on The Cops,
cause when you are operating in blackouts,
you certainly don't have a clue.
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I've forgotten how to make love.
I've forgotten how to stand in line at the bank.
I've forgotten how to wait in traffic.
I've forgotten how to do anything, and everything,
that I don't want to do.
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She thought that she could keep
her big butt out of site.
I was introduced to her
and soon I could see
that she was offering
that big butt to me.
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More than just a pinch
I need a recipe,
not for food,
but for love.
I think that I
have been adding
too much salt,
and not enough sugar.
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It is darker outside, tonight,
than it was yesterday.
The cats are hungrier today
than they were yesterday;
I wonder if that is also a function of
setting the clocks back an hour?
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She is starting to get bitter
count the chits
point her finger
laying blame solidly on me.
And she started out so pleasant
in fact I'm pretty sure
that she was emphatic
that she is not the way
that she is acting now
Oh well, she turned out to be human
sucks when that happens.
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I bared my soul, financially
made myself vulnerable to another.
I guess that I could call her
a patron of my art, if she comes through,
and human if she doesn't.
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I have had no control over anything: my alcohol, my food, my women, my emotions.
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Isn't it too bad that the light came on too late?
Chop off my finger.
Cut off my let at my knee.
I would have still loved you.
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The Like's Of You
I guess you took that look
for something stupid inside of me
You said this one's a moron
I can have him too easily
and thinking that you could have me
you just turned and walked away.
There is something wrong with you
There is something rotten inside of you
The Lord has a way of protecting me
from women like you
I drink my coffee alone
I talk to no none on the phone
I would much rather be alone
than hooked up with the like's of you.
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Was I supposed to play pretend?
It's not my fault
that your father was dieing
when I decided that you
were a waste of time.
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She ignored me
until I ignored her,
and, then,
and only then,
it was very important
to have me.
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I'd hate to see her if she was a drunk
I'm not a drunk she says
drinking glass after glass.
I'm not a drunk shes says
getting belligerent
saying nasty things to me
when I have done her no wrong.
I'm not a drunk she says
handing her keys to me
so that she can't drive home.
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Novel concept, I'm sure
Have you ever taken into consideration
that I do some things because I have to
for me, and not just because I am trying to
do something against you?
Electric
I pay for electricity that I don't use.
There are hookers who I will never pay for,
banks that I will never rob,
jail cells that I will no long sit in
covered in blood and puke.
I know who owned the puke,
but I was never sure about the blood.
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Dog and Cat Hair
I need a vacuum cleaner.
I need a cleaning service.
Dream on.
Dream until you dreams
come true.
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Edward(not his real name)is a pain in the ass.
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Daddy's voice still lingers
Nothing good has come out in awhile;
nothing really, really good,
I think to myself, until I go through
the poems that I have written, recently
and then I realize that I am not as bad
as I think I am.
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Short term memory
The cat doesn't seem to care
that classical music is playing
on the radio, but he does seem
curious about the new computer monitor
that now sits on my desk.
If he thinks back,
the cat will remember
that this monitor used to sit on
this desk several years ago.
I have dusted it off,
and am using it again.
The cat is not sure why.
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Credo
My destiny will be determined by
how many green beans I eat,
how much corn I swallow,
how much asparagus that I
feed down my esophagus,
how much lettuce lingers
on my tongue before I swallow it.
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My destiny determined by
Was I created by God
or did I crawl out of the slime pit?
Could my existence be based on
something as simple
as my parents urge to fuck?
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I have successfully run another woman off.
She did not meet my high standards.
I could tell that we were not meant to be
the night that she drank three bottles of wine.
"I do not have a drinking problem,"
she had constantly told me while downing glass after glass.
I don't know if she has a drinking problem,
but I do know that she does not have a me problem.
She wrote a nasty poem about me.
How silly.
I am the master of nasty poems.
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Don't you understand that it's not my problem.
I'm not my brother's keeper,
if it comes to me or you going down
it's going to be you.
Christ taught a lot of wonderful things
but how many people really listen to him?
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The night time rolls in fast
and the morning wakes me up quick.
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We're in the middle of our days
spending them in so many different ways.
Some of us laze in front of the television,
others of us step to marching to our bosses vision.
"Do this. Don't do that," he or she seems to scream.
It doesn't makes sense, you know what I mean?
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Everyone is wrong but who?
Do you realize that all the men you have ever dated are wrong.
That your mother is wrong.
That your children are wrong.
That anyone who you have ever worked for is wrong.
That the cashier at the grocery store is wrong.
That the waiter is wrong.
That I am wrong.
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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 09, 2010
What would be different
I fear that it would be
more of much the same.
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This must be heaven
because look at all The Hell
that we have just been through.
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I thought you were different
but you're not.
You're just a mean-spirited little bitch
like all the rest
of the mean spirited little bitches.
You can't walk on water,
but when you fall to your face
you try to take everybody,
make them me,
with you.
I am capable of falling down
on my own.
Thank you.
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He
He has no power over you
if you allow him to have
no power over you.
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I glance at headlines
every once in awhile
satisfied that that informs me.
Headline news.
Headline news,
the Headline News
is fair and balanced.
Wars sell soap,
so we must have wars.
Headline news.
Headline news,
the Headline News
is fair and balanced.
Rape.
Rape sells soap,
so we must have rape.
Headline news.
Headline news,
the Headline News
is fair and balanced.
Murder.
Murder sells soap,
so we must have murder.
Headline news.
Headline news,
the Headline News
is fair and balanced.
A population living in fear
is a population easy to control.
Soap.
We must sell soap.
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 08, 2010
Holding Pattern
I'm not knocking on Heaven's Door,
and I'm not in a hurry to get there
like I used to be before.
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I want my cake and to eat it, too
Bob Dylan is singing about Mr. Bojangles
I have a space heater turned on low
facing me as I sit at my desk
It is supposed to be warm today
I can't do God's job for him
Somewhere someone is shivering
in the cold
trying to stay warm on the frozen pavement
As long as I have enough peanut butter
in the cupboard do I care?
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A case of non-irreverence
Sometimes, I'm an open sore.
Sometimes, I am supremely confident.
Sometimes, I brush my teeth.
Sometimes, I use deodorant.
Sometimes, I pray to God,
and that gives me confidence.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2010
Sometimes I don't think of someone
until I need, or want, something from them.
If she pushed me out of her life,
is that such a bad thing,
or should you continue to be infatuated
with someone who doesn't want you?
Am I still getting eggs from her, I wonder.
Are her chickens still going cluck, cluck for me?
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Fix me
We're a deficit country
with not much to sell.
Other countries make things better,
oh well,
we'll get The Fed to float us some bucks.
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I'm laying low.
I'm staying under the radar,
staying away from the heat.
I don't want it to be me
in their scopes.
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I wish that I was a super hottie.
I wish that I had the body
that she yearns for.
I wish I had a beautiful face,
and more,
but I don't
so she'll have to take
what I can give,
or she won't find me
up her sleeve.
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The man presented the cat to the veterinarian as being too arthritic to live. The man figured that it was cheaper to have the cat killed, than to pay for the meds to keep it functioning. The man was a cheap old man, and the vet tech sensed this. When the vet said take the cat off to be killed, the vet tech scooped the cat up, and hid it in her locker. She took the cat home at the end of the day, and loved it for many years until the cat died naturally.
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Tomi Moore George: Die yuppie scum might be the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me...as if it weren't enough, to come from a family member. I don't see anything playful about that comment.
Mikel K Poet It's an old punk rock joke directed at the nature of the picture, not at your nature. I guess you're not answering your phone, so I left your voice mail an apology.
Tomi Moore George: This picture means so much to me, and the fact that this picture, this trip, the three of us standing there together, occurred bc we met there to remember my deceased brother in law one year later. My phone is downstairs. Thanks for apologizing.
Mikel K Poet: I thought that you would laugh at the statement, cuz you knew what it was all about. Have I ever tried to hurt you? I love you. Sometimes, my judgement, with the several worlds that I have been in, and still juggle a bit, collides, and the result is bad. I do not want a bad result for you, and I.
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After I fed the cats, today, Bundy was standing near me, staring at me, like I owed him something. I stared back at him for a little bit, and then went on about my business.
My Yoga mat is out, and Morisson is on it. He finds comfort in simple things, such as the mat, or a towel thrown on the floor. Jaggar is the weird one. He likes to lay on my papers; any papers that I lay on the desk, or throw on the bed.
It is another new day, and I am so very thankful to be here. I have a collection of skulls, most plastic, one ceramic. The ceramic one sits, now, on a table on the porch, The Love Porch, as I call it. I looked at that skull this morning, and I said to myself that it is a reminder of how short life is, a reminder of where I will one day be, a reminder that I must put my nose to the grindstone, and accomplish all that I have been put here to accomplish.
As I was coming out of The Yoga Studio, yesterday, having done a wonderful 45 minute self-practice, I spied an attractive blonde women walking in front of a very overweight, older man, who was walking with a cane. I was fascinated with the woman, of course, but, then, I realized that it was the man who I should be studying, for he represented what I would be, what I would have been, had I not arrested my development in the areas of food consumption, and exercise.
The quality of our life is determined by the choices that we make. In the past, I have been the master of bad choices, and I paid severely for this lousy judgement. I am thankful that my lousy judgment was impaired before it killed me.
All bad things exist in my head. I just got a nice shout out from someone who I thought hated me. I spent all this time in my head having bad feelings about the way that I felt that this person felt about me, and he didn't feel that way at all.
I have been taught in the past that my head is a terrible thing for me, as an alcoholic, to haunt. I am so very thankful that this person showed me the love, this morning. Love is a very powerful, and beautiful thing, and it comes in so many different forms from so many different people. For the longest time, I did not see the love, even when it was standing right in front of me. Today, I am thankful that I can see the light of love when it shines on me.
I pray, today, that my daughter-in-law feels happy. I made her very unhappy, yesterday, by making a stupid comment to one of her Facebook pictures. I was being playful, but she did not see the comment that way at all. I love this young woman, and want nothing but good things for her. I want to be one of those good things. I hope that our love for each other can mend this crack that occurred yesterday. I feel useless, and stupid, about this whole thing. I wish that I could fix it, immediately, and make it go away. Time is a healer, but I want the clock to spring forward more than just an hour. Tomi, I love you.
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I am still of the thought and feeling
that my relationship with God
is a one on one thing.
I don't feel the need for fellowship
when it comes time to talk to The Lord.
My Higher Power, and I, have
a special relationship
that doesn't seem to need intervention
from a priest or preacher.
I would feel weird in fellowship.
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Shoo
When people presume to know me
that pisses me off
but not so much that it ruins my day
it is a minor irritation
like seeing a fly land on the monitor
and soon fly away.
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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2010
My dogs would be with me
I want to stay in the sunshine
where everything is clear.
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When "gas leak?" is on your to-do list and you just can't get to it, you've got some stuff going on.
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She is not as good looking as she portrays herself
and I am not as ugly as I come across in most pictures.
That being said, from what I can tell,
there isn't a chance in hell of us becoming an item.
Still, I fantasize, because I like her pictures,
and because I yearn for love.
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But what about me?
Would I be happier if I was Billy Collins"
Would I be happier if I was Charles Bukowski?
Would I be happier if I was Bob Dylan?
Would I be happier if I was John Lennon,
Jim Carrol,
Hunter Thompson,
David Sedarski,
Augusten Burroughs?
Donald Miller?
Mitch Albom?
Debra Allbury?
Janine Walls?
Mary Carr"
Thomas Lux?
GG Allin.
Scratch that.
I definitely know that I would not be happier
being GG Allin, and all the suppositions
in this piece are based on when the folk were alive.
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The New York Times says that Netanyahu likes to hang with his Republican buddies when he is in Washington. Why does this scare me?
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Isn't that dandy?
They all wear ties,
and button down shirts,
and have a suit coat handy.
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What did you say?
My ears are a mess
caked with nasty stuff
but though there is sometimes some difficulty
I can, basically, still hear out of them fairly well.
I was a Music Writer for awhile,
one who drank too much,
like they tell me most music writers do
and I stood too close to the speakers too often
trying to figure out what the singers were saying.
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Greedy
My computer is taking
its own sweet time
downloading updates.
Do I need updates?
I am amazed at
the level of intrusion
there is into your privacy
via a computer.
The bastards will stop
at nothing to make a buck.
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Sugar
You're all asleep,
and I am awake,
but that doesn't make me
any better than you.
I drink coffee,
you drink tea,
but still I could love you.
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We don't want to be killed
Large SUV's are potential killers
especially for my dogs, and I,
as we walk about city streets
that are pedestrian unfriendly,
especially when the driver has
a cell phone glued to their ear.
You can try to be very careful
but like it is when you ride
a motorcycle, you, sometimes,
can not be careful enough;
idiots abound. I say a prayer
to The Lord for all the injustice
in the world. Dear God,
please make everything alright.
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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2010
I don't need to be the leading man
There I am; blink and you miss me.
I feel so important, but I'm not:
I'm just a minor player on a major stage,
but I have been allowed to feel good
almost every day, and for this,
I am thankful.
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2010
I'm listening to The Velvet Underground.
I haven't listened to The Velvet Underground in a long time.
One of the last times that I listened to The Velvet Underground was over at this Italian girl's house. We used to snort speed, smoke pot, drink beers and listen to The Velvet Underground.
Those were good times. I never blacked out at The Italian Girl's House, never hit anybody, stole anything, or smashed anything.
I guess that some scenes are mellower than others; although it seemed like, by the end of my drinking, and drugging days it didn't matter what kind of a scene I was getting high on: I was going to cause, or get in trouble no matter what.
It is nice to hear The Velvet Underground, once again. I'm glad that I am not snorting speed, smoking pot, and drinking beers while listening to them, today.
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I'm in no hurry to knock on Heaven's door
They are dropping off around me
like fleas do when you buy and apply
topical flea treatment.
I guess if I hung around men
who worked at the bank when I was younger
my friends would not be leaving me so soon.
The men I hung around had mohawks,
and wore combat boots,
played guitars,
and would fight you after fifteen beers.
It is no surprise to me, or to them,
that they didn't stick around.
Maybe they are lucky.
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Best to discard her, I thought;
after she had already run away.
There was something
that didn't work between us,
a tension that I didn't like to feel.
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Trust the weird vibes
He creeps me out.
Something about him,
just ain't right.
She'll wake up,
one night,
and he'll be
in her bedroom
without an invitation.
Full Tank
I don't think she's the one.
She's having too much fun,
without me.
Chasing a dream
She is elusive.
She says that
she will be there,
but when I show up,
she is gone.
Paralysis at The Pearly Gates
Surely, you'll wash my soul,
while I speak.
Surely, you'll let me peek,
lest I seek that
which is ahead of me
before my time.
There is no give
there is no take,
there is just you
faking orgasm,
and bank accounts
that you don't have.
It's all an illusion,
but I am lost in confusion
no more.
If the microwave doesn't work,
I'll know why you don't love me.
Me Anyway
He's done better.
So have I.
Just not now.
Tits
Rise above the din,
settle in to some
peace and quiet.
Is there a Spirit in The Sky?
Is there a place that we will go to when we die?
Is there a Santa Claus type white man up there
sitting in his throne running the show?
Does it all matter as long as you get paid
for your time down here?
Somewhat like green eggs
I had leftover spaghetti for dinner, tonight. I m not complaining. It is my thought that spaghetti gets better with age; to a certain point, of course. If there is mold on it, I won't eat it.
--Mikel K
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Trust the weird vibes
He creeps me out.
Something about him,
just ain't right.
She'll wake up,
one night,
and he'll be
in her bedroom
without an invitation.
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Full Tank
I don't think she's the one.
She's having too much fun,
without me.
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Chasing a dream
She is elusive.
She says that
she will be there,
but when I show up,
she is gone.
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Paralysis at The Pearly Gates
Surely, you'll wash my soul,
while I speak.
Surely, you'll let me peek,
lest I seek that
which is ahead of me
before my time.
There is no give
there is no take,
there is just you
faking orgasm,
and bank accounts
that you don't have.
It's all an illusion,
but I am lost in confusion
no more.
If the microwave doesn't work,
I'll know why you don't love me.
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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2010
Me Anyway
He's done better.
So have I.
Just not now.
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Tits
Rise above the din,
settle in to some
peace and quiet.
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Is there a Spirit in The Sky?
Is there a place that we will go to when we die?
Is there a Santa Claus type white man up there
sitting in his throne running the show?
Does it all matter as long as you get paid
for your time down here?
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Somewhat like green eggs
I had leftover spaghetti for dinner, tonight. I m not complaining. It is my thought that spaghetti gets better with age; to a certain point, of course. If there is mold on it, I won't eat it.
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If I did something to her daughter
like she did to my son
she would be sour in the puss for years.
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The time you spend has ramifications.
Your ying is attached to your yang.
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Her sour puss precedes her
and it follows her everywhere she goes.
The lack of light about her is stifling;
I must head in another direction.
It is too bad that things have to be this way;
but I can not change what it is.
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On a spring day in November
I'll gladly pay you tomorrow
to cremate me, today.
I swear that I will pay you
from Heaven's door
as the angels pat me down
and take away anything unnecessary
from my soul.
I watched the yuppies jog,
yesterday,
and the Mexicans unload furniture trucks
and I thought how lucky I was
to have fried tofu for breakfast.
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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2010
It's brutal being around this bitch
Her negativity is eclipsed
only by her insensitivity.
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2010
Translate for me, baby
what I say into what I mean.
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They grow opium to back their terror.
Junkies at home continue to shoot up,
while soldiers die.
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I am most heartily sorry for all my sins.
I'm down on my knees begging you please forgive me.
Bourbon doesn't bubble inside me any longer.
Bourbon made me king then it brought me to my knees.
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I fought love, then I fall down.
I fall down, I dust myself off.
It's a new romance, a separate chance
you are given at every new beginning.
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Love doesn't have to come from The Sear's Catalog
I feel inadequate.
Pull out your whip.
Bite me on the lip.
Let's exchange power.
You get to be in control
for an hour,
and then I get to be in charge
for sixty minutes.
I give you the power,
and then you take it away.
Through the sheets
this way we'll sway.
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How the world goes round
Conversation is lacking
communication is virtually non-existent
yet you stand in front of me
and I hover over you.
Off in the distance
there is a member of the opposite sex
for each one of us,
but we won't find them
until they are married to someone else,
so we settle for each other,
and we have children
who are conceived out of societal obligation
instead of love.
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Scraping your knees on somebody else's cement
Don't dance on the edge of the dark with the radio turned on when you start to swimming in your hot tub. So, you say, you don't have a hot tub, well turn the radio off, and get in the bathtub. If it feels like love, it might not be love that has you at the edge of your seat. And if you feel yourself drowning, it is best, most times, to gain a little self-control, for like a rock n roll show, the feeling might pass at the end of the evening. There is a reason for everything, and what you felt this evening wasn't love; you just wanted to give your clit over, you wanted to lose control, and there is nothing wrong with that, if that is what you want to do, except in the eyes of The Lord as he has been created by certain Priests and Preachers, as they figure out ways to get you to put more in the collection basket that is also sanctioned by God, also.
My God, how long must we go on thinking what someone else is thinking?
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What the sticker on the refrigerator says
Some women are afraid of men.
Some men are afraid of women.
Some men want to be a woman.
Some women want to be a man.
A cat never wants to be a dog.
A dog never wants to be a cat,
and mostly they are not afraid
of each other when inhabiting
the same space.
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Communion
He wanted to drown himself,
but only for an hour.
He wanted to steal his presence
from Heaven, or Hell,
be back in time for dinner
with the wife, and the kids,
but that wasn't how it worked
so the wife and kids had dinner alone.
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Do you make love to the man
in the bed next to you
with his back turned to you?
Do you make love to the crazy man
who lives across the street?
Where do you take your love
when it seems to be wasted,
praying to The Lord that he will
let someone taste it.
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Is justice a criminal?
I wish I could take the pain from you.
I wish that I could remove the stain from you.
He told you what to do, before, and after
the ceremony, sanctioned by The Lord.
Stand at the altar; do not falter
when they expect crazy things to be uttered from you.
You had your eye on a house in the suburbs,
so you murmured the words, "I do," without thinking.
Now you are blinking, trying to see clearly
within this stinking mess that sits in front of you,
the latest issue of The Feminist Magazine on your lap
trying to guide you from where you are to where you ought to be.
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He tossed them money
but isn't it funny
he didn't toss them love
and now they hand their children
thousand dollar bills
and say that it is what they deserver.
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Try walking in my shoes. I just walked in dog shit, and they're not dry yet. Yogi Masters in India build floor of dried feces; my carpet is dirty, but not that bad(conceptually); for what do I know, I'm just a guy walking in dog feces.
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Multiplicity of reason
Too many kings, we're running out of crowns.
With the lust for gold, we're running this earth into the ground.
But you are the prettiest girl who I have ever found,
so everything means nothing, and nothing means everything.
I'd build castles out of more than sand if I could for you
and I to pass through.
But then I'd be a king, too.
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I pray for a man who I know so dearly
who I've never met, his daughter
knocked on my door, and she used to whisper
of what a great man he was.
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Convince yourself: it's your life.
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On the existence of some
Up against the thick and thin
you take it on the chin,
sometimes you lose
sometimes you win.
You wander about
from place to place
not knowing a single face,
and then you make friends
but they stab you in the back
you eat too much red meat,
and have a heart attack.
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Thanksgiving Leftover Party For Those Who Didn't Have Anywhere To Go For Lunch, and For Those Who Want To Get Rid Of / Share Their Leftovers.
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2010
His mother bought him a black casket,
because she knew that he would like that,
and she had him buried in his combat boots,
because she knew that he would like that, too.
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I could have been a lead singer(but I can't sing)
I give in to sin when I begin
to think of you.
I begin to end when I think
that you are my friend.
I didn't do anything
to send you away, yet
I sit here in a tizzy
blaming myself.
Most things are out of
my control, like rock and roll
that I pursued, but never got to create.
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In more than mind's eye
I can wait until tomorrow
to see things that I have
never seen.
I can wait until tomorrow
to feel things that I have
never felt.
I can wait until tomorrow
for all my dreams to come true,
but I don't want to wait
until tomorrow
to take a snapshot of you.
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The President needs to appoint a Director of Spanks,
who can create Director of Spank positions for each state,
who can, then, appoint Director of Spanks for each city
who can, in turn, appoint Director of Spanks for each neighborhood,
and then they need to get busy spanking people.
I have an idea about a person, or two, who needs spanking
but I'm going to keep that to myself, for now.
Who do you think needs a good spanking?
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2010
I read the description in the kitchen
I was hardened had two tattoos to prove it
still I could hold your baby close
change his or her diapers
if that's what I had to do.
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I've never lain in the howling wind.
I've not spent much time in the pouring rain.
I've never experienced a hurricane,
or a tsunami,
but I've incurred, more than once,
the wrath of a good woman who I'd done bad,
and I have this to say,
"Won't you forgive me? Won't you look at
the man I am now? The man who did those things
to you is not me.
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I'm not an impostor
I've been a provider
but its been oh so long.
I've tried telling stories
for a living,
but I haven't tried that hard.
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"Come home," I wished that she had said,
"I'll forgive you," but those were not
the words that made an impression on
my head that final day that we lay in bed.
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Killing Bread
You should be killing bread,
instead you're killing
the twenty first century.
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"He ain't a biter, he's coooooooool."
This is what was said about my dog, Morisson,
by a passerby, as dog and I walked a downtown
Atlanta city street, this afternoon.
Scout and I went to a store that sells saddles and such for horses. Our goal was to buy Scout a pair of riding boots. I sat in a comfortable chair while Scout went from box to box trying on different shoes. She decided that, this time, she would select a black pair. She found a nice pair, but they were way out of our price range. I told her that if she found a pair of brown boots in our price range, that we could, later, dye them black. She found a reasonably priced pair. They were brown. She didn’t seem to care what color they were. She was just happy to have new shoes to show in.
Scout has her second ever show in a couple of weeks. I was real happy to be able to buy these boots for her. I used some money that someone had given me for my birthday. I told Scout, as we were driving away from the store, that, in the old days, I would never have done what I was doing today, buy something for someone else, when I could be buying something for myself.
In the old days, I came first. All the time. Two things changed my greedy nature. One was sobering up. And two was having children. It is more important to me that my kids have something, than that I have something. I get such a kick out of getting them something that they want or need. Maybe I am still being greedy, because the feeling that I get from getting them things is really good. It is a better high than any high that I ever got from drugs or alcohol. Isn t that something?
Graem and I had a test of wills a week or so ago. I had some extra cash, again that birthday money that someone had given me, and I told Graem and his friends that I would take them out for pizza. They were all excited about this. Graem said hang on, he had to take a shower. When he got out of the shower, he put these awful pink gym shorts on. He had been wearing them a lot over the last several weeks and I was burnt out on them.
I said, “you're not going to wear those shorts are you?”
“Yes,” he said, looking at me a little suspiciously.
“Take them off, please.” I said, “they are awful?’
My son looked at me as if I had just ordered him into military service.
He was quite taken aback.
“No,” he said, “I don t see the big deal.”
“Well, it s a big deal to me. Go change or no pizza.”
Graem could not believe it. He was shocked. He backed up a little and said, “no,”
so I headed to my car without him or his friends.
I was kind of shaking as I drove off. I wasn’t sure what had just happened.
I didn’t know if I should be mad at my son, or proud of him.
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Drop a bomb. Then move on.
You did your job.
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Some thoughts
I've got this policy,
and I give it to my ministry,
who gets my cops to back it up.
"Back up," the cop tells you, and thinking
that you've done nothing wrong, you back up into a hole
that is after not justice, but your wallet.
And what's the best thing you can do?
Never fuck with a cop on the street,
that's his beat, you can beat him in a court of law.
And if you know that a law is a law,
and you break it, don't whine like a cry baby
if you get caught.
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Honesty bleeds, while insanity leads.
I wouldn't follow those guys to the crapper,
I'd rather shit out in the woods.
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Your plate's full
When you wake up in the morning
you've got your eye on dinner.
You got a deferment
to avoid most certain death;
now you're the ruler
putting the children of others
to the test.
You must be sure that there is no Hell,
because your living this life
like there is no tomorrow
for anyone other than you.
It's sick, and it's sadistic,
but there are many like you
sending lambs our to slaughter
so you can eat from the buffet.
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Is your rage on the stage
and the anger on your record
a subservience to style?
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As he sipped on his coffee, he looked within,
his breath no longer stinking of vodka or gin.
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Her Harlequin cover hovers nearby
next to the pills that take her in deep
to sleep that she wakes from in the morning
not remembering a thing. She likes it
this way; in fact if she could go away
forever she would, but she has too many
responsibilities, like children, and
garden club meetings.
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slow fast-paced growth
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How is it that one is the sender;
the other the lender,
and, somehow, they can never get it together?
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First I'm gonna fake it,
then I'm gonna make it
with you.
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You tried to drink them as they flowed
I tried to hide the juice in my eye
You were concerned about yesterday
I was focused on tomorrow.
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Class
I'll never escape while
you are standing in front of me.
You are too devastating,
too beautiful,
like something that burns my tongue,
but the pain doesn't last long.
I guess I'm not attracted to pleasure
in the conventional way,
if I was I would have let the priest
marry me when I was nineteen.
I should have looked left,
and I should have looked right,
but I'm stuck here in the middle with you.
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Sold out
Hey, that's not what I want,
but I have to have it,
and though I say no
you are going to give it to me,
anyway, what was I thinking
you can't pick up a white chip
in a crack house
you can't buy a new car from a man
selling watermelons.
What would happen to the economy
if you turned in your leather
for a coat, and tie?
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The insanity of some love
There's nothing like this
you're moving your lips
I'm feeling your senses
We're two adults
who know what we want.
So often I'm confused.
I'm dealing with you.
You're dealing with me.
Sometimes, I dream about you,
and you're standing in front of me.
Sometimes, the insane asylum
is just a 911 away.
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2010
I might have misunderstood her kiss, and she may have misunderstood mine. What a drag "dating" is.
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Santa arrived a week early, and he had one of the elves come down the chimney with him. The elf made a couple of trips up and down the chimney, and everything that had been under the tree was now out on Santa's sleigh.and everything of value, except for what was in the master bedroom
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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2010
As you stand in front of your mirror
knowing that you've got nothing to lose
picking your shoes should be an easy thing
but it's not.
Sometimes, it seems as if they give you things
just to take them away from you.
I wish that I had a first class ticket
to someplace that I really don't want to be;
it's more fun to be broke with familiar surroundings.
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Dude slipped out two doors
to get to where he wanted to be.
I was amazed at his speed
completely caught off guard.
What was I going to tell his owner?
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I'm transferring writing from hard drive to memory stick.
I'm so wrapped up in the writing of today,
that I don't have time for what I wrote yesterday.
Maybe I need to get the writing into books.
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2010
Pack your bags she told him
get a cheap hotel room, or hit the highway,
I don't care what you do;
I can no longer trust the likes of you.
You keep telling me that she is just a friend
but I am tired of the scent of her perfume
always being around.
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Southern Sneeze
I developed an allergy to her
where before I had had an affinity.
It might have been her professed virginity
that scared me away.
She'll be coming, and I'll be gone.
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Back Off Jack
He's kind of a dick head,
but I give him the benefit of the doubt
because he seems to mean well,
but I keep him at arms distance
because I know the the guy could
turn on me at any second
not really meaning to fuck up my scene
but fucking it up anyway.
Have you ever run into that type
of a buffoon: means well,
but is still dangerous?
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Well she's walking with her head down;
fairy tales forgotten
she can't remember where she's been
or where she ought to go.
Which way does the wind blow
up and down
all around her but she hasn't a clue
of what she ought to do next.
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I needed a fix
I got just the right mix
of music
to surround me.
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She was a pleasant,
intelligent,
sexy woman.
Our first kiss was pleasant,
leading to a second kiss,
I would assume.
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Goodbye Kitty
I threw my cat to the dog
who I knew would kill him.
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Recovering from anger's paralysis
I have to remember that I am not mad at him any longer.
I have to keep telling myself that it's over,
and that, if I don't feel good about him, at least
I don't need to feel bad.
He might not have changed, but I have,
and that is what matters.
I can now say hello to him with a smile,
a smile that is not hiding a frown.
I feel much better about feeling this way.
I appreciate love over anger any day.
Did I say that I love him?
Is that true?
I will have to investigate my feelings further.
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It seems that you got it going on,
so I'm going to be going out the door.
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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 2010
Can it be true, or is it just a rumor
that she left me for crack cocaine?
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That look in your eyes
That look in your eyes tells me
that I've played the fool, again.
That look in your eyes tells me,
that we are about to become friends.
That look in your says says so much,
but mostly it says goodbye.
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Woke up this morning and cocaine was yelling at a friend of mine.
Around lunch time crack cocaine had taken another friend of mine.
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She wanted to know if I had six inches.
She wanted to know if I was going to be a super star.
She wanted to know if I was going to put a diamond ring
on her finger, and that's when I go in my car.
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I'm a goofy old man
still got the teddy bears
that my children lost interest in,
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I was looking for the answer
dancing with gin and tonics
to the music that they played
in 1976, and I never came to
any conclusions except that
I should have more gin and tonics.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 2010
A dog and his stuffed animal
I drink hot tea with milk
at my desk
while Henry chews on
his stuffed toy
on the floor below me
Henry growls every once
in awhile
and every once in awhile
he comes over to where
I am seated at my desk
and pushes the stuffed animal
onto my arm
trying to engage me
in a game of tug o war.
I know better.
These games that Henry
plays are not short term.
Once he has engaged you
it is impossible to
get rid of both dog
and stuffed animal.
I do my best to ignore them.
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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2010
I give Thanks for
Life
Happiness
My children
and grandchild
My family
My friends
Acquaintances
Strangers who smile
at me on the street.
My dogs, cats,
and turtles.
My home.
The food I eat.
The opportunities
in front of me.
The good memories
behind me.
Air to breath.
Water to drink.
My clothes,
that keep me warm
in the winter,
and cool in the summer.
Sushi.
Coffee.
Love.
Life(I'll say it again).
Peace.
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Happy thanksgiving
well almost
i love you
i am always thankful for having you!
--Zak
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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2010
If I could keep the blood flowing,
would you walk through eternity with me?
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We're on the road to Etowah, Danielle, Sandy and I.
We had a nice salmon salad, courtesy of Sandi, before we got started, at her house, where we met her dog Hala. Hala loves to chase sticks, and pine cones. Hala is addicted to chasing things, and bringing them back to you. What a fun little dog.
Sandi has three cats, who all hid from us: Basil, Sissy and Momma. Momma is mother to Sissy and Momma. Momma is daughter to Big Momma who was abandoned when a building in the area was torn down. Momma had a brother, Thumbs, but he got run over when he wandered too far from home to the highway. Thumbs liked to wander, though, and died living the way he wanted to live, which is, of course, a blessing.
Sandi, and her man Romin, have an incredible rock collection, full of rocks that they dug from the ground themselves.
The traffic sucks on the Way to Etowah. It is three days before Thanksgiving, and many people are heading north, south, east, west to spend the holiday with loved ones. Sandi says something about a police officer hiding in the median up ahead. The state has to buy their turkey, too.
We are headed to Indian Burial Grounds by the Etowah River, near where the Pumpkin Vine Creek dumps into the river, near a fish weir built ages ago by the Indians, says Sandi.
"What's the speed limit?" says Danielle, who is driving. No one was sure.
"Don't rain," we say out loud, mimicking each other, sincerely. It is overcast.
The leaves on the trees, lining the highway, here in north Georgia, are brilliant.
"Sometimes, we see coyotes on the side of the road," says Sandi.
We get to the burial grounds and there is a chain on the fence. A sign says that the place is closed on Tuesdays. We were bummed, but Sandi lead us on a further adventure. She found another path to follow, and we followed it until we felt rain.
"It is good to get out of the city, breath fresh air, and clear your mind," said Sandi, and I agree with her. We didn't walk the path that we wanted to, but we did walk a path. Any path is better than no path. I really enjoyed my day. The girls, and I, agreed to find another path to follow, soon.
Happy Trails to you.
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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2010
I know the trick of hiding behind big clothes.
I know the trick of holding back my tears.
I know the trick of looking up at the judge
like I am innocent, when I am guilty as Hell.
I know how to beat a cop on a traffic ticket,
but I don't know how to make it with you.
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Maybe she didn't have as good a time as you.
She doesn't answer her phone.
She doesn't call back.
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2010
Pick your poison.
I live on the computer,
you live in the bottle.
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It's hard to go back to things
like poverty once you've gotten used to wearing diamond rings.
I'd rather catch the bus than ride in your rolls royce
if not having love is the choice.
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Do you wanna get high?
Why not?
I've got nothing to lose
but the wife, the house,
the cars, and the children;
one bad piss test,
and I'm going back to jail,
but I love it,
I'll do anything to inhale.
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Romeo and Juliet
are in divorce court.
Talk is it's not pretty
when love comes down to
the house, and cars.
Juliet doesn't want
Romeo to have much time
with the kids.
He's withdrawn she says,
and he's got a new woman.
The Judge looks down
on the situation.
She's heard it all before.
It makes her sick,
but she makes her decision
and now Romeo and Juliet
are living by the court's laws.
There were no rules for love,
but there are for hate.
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Peace of mind
I might be searching for something,
but, also, I have already found
what I am looking for.
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Have I really changed?
Have you got a dime
for every time that I got angry?
Have you got a thought
on my situation.
Can I rearrange things?
Can I change things?
Does the sun really disappear
over the horizon?
Should you be buying
the clothes that you wear?
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You were full of promises
when you were leaving
but I never got a call.
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She can't find a job so she is going to go down to the strip joint, and see if they will let her take her clothes off. Why not give blow jobs? A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. Crazy gents will follow her, but it won't matter as long as she gets money off of them.
This is the second time where I have been involved with someone whose father is dieing. I don't do death well.
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I've been around a time or two
and so have you.
In high school we were virgins,
but highs school was centuries ago.
I'm not sure that I know how to love,
and since you are brand new
I don't know what's up with you.
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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2010
In the beginning there was me screaming, and shitting in my diaper. I'm still screaming.
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It is always interesting when people have an opinion of you that you don't have of yourself.
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Start the song without me
Desire can lead me to sickness
It's so sad you see
so I have no desires
I don't wish to sing in the choir
like I did when I was a young boy.
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Fitting the time to the crime
My dog ran away,
but he came back
like he always does
when he runs away.
I am giving him
the cold shoulder.
He will get no love, tonight.
No snacks.
I will not bring in his comforter
from the porch for him to sleep on inside.
No Chinese food will be delivered to him, tonight.
He gets no pizza.
No sushi.
Wait.
I am thinking about how to punish me,
and I didn't run away.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2010
She is burying her father, tomorrow.
I don't know what school of positive thinking
could throw optimism into that event.
It has to be painful, no matter how well
you have learned to dress for success.
She will look her father in the eyes
for the last time.
He will not look back at her.
He has found his final resting place.
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The power went out for about 30 seconds waking me from a pleasant sleep. I reset the clocks in the abode immediately; I hate to not know what time it is. I saw that it was 6:am, a good time to get up make the coffee, and feed the animals. My nose was stuffed, so I pulled out my neti pot, pouring water in one nostril, and feeling it come out the other. I did this on both sides, hoping that the miracle of the neti pot would, once again, work. I don't think that I have completely beat the flu that has been ailing me, but I am close. The sickness doesn't want to leave me, but I am kicking its ass, by doing the right thing. You have to take care of yourself when the flu attacks you. You can't run around the town like some sort of social butterfly. I'm not the most social guy in the world, much of the time, and I certainly am no butterfly.
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 2010
I'm in the company of superstars
their presence being presented to me
via movies that they are in.
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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2010
Cough drops have been my constant companion
until it is time to go to bed, and then
I take a shot of cough syrup.
I drink herbal teas seeking remedy.
