Secret stop signs I see your earing; it signals keep my distance.
I make a left turn instead of going ahead.
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I could care less

The kitchen's dirty
my office is a mess
the living room/bedroom
needs to be made.
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Trying to be a man about it

Still I mean to be quiet
but it's not my fault
if I start to cry.
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No more stomping

Bark at the distance
highlighted by the moon.
You'll be on your hands
and knees by tomorrow,
wishing you hadn't looked
the other way when someone else
had been forced, also,
to walk this way. The shoe
is on the other foot, and, now,
you have to wear it.








She says I care but I can't show it

She'll rip your heart out,
and you've had your heart
ripped out before,
so you don't even say hello.









Look them in the eye

Can you give me something that I haven't bought?
And if it cost you nothing can you use it?
Your mother taught you to work for a dollar,
but your mother is dead, and so are most of the principles
in this world that she raised you up on.
So are you better than me for being such;
one of us is wrong.








Rattle rattle you're so superior.

Rattle rattle their thoughts are empty.
Rattle rattle their words mean not.











Listen to her

She'll document her decline;
then,it's a mountain
you don't have to climb.


--Mikel K
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Feel the weight.
It's on your feet.
It's in your head.
You don't get satisfaction
in the things that you used to.
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No more stomping

Bark at the distance
highlighted by the moon.
You'll be on your hands
and knees by tomorrow,
wishing you hadn't looked
the other way when someone else
had been forced, also,
to walk this way. The shoe
is on the other foot, and, now,
you have to wear it.
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She says I care but I can't show it

She'll rip your heart out,
and you've had your heart
ripped out before,
so you don't even say hello.
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Look them in the eye

Can you give me something that I haven't bought?
And if it cost you nothing can you use it?
Your mother taught you to work for a dollar,
but your mother is dead, and so are most of the principles
in this world that she raised you up on.
So are you better than me for being such;
one of us is wrong.
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Rattle rattle you're so superior.

Rattle rattle their thoughts are empty.
Rattle rattle their words mean not.
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Listen to her

She'll document her decline;
then,it's a mountain
you don't have to climb.
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Being happy in spite of them

You lived your life
with a smile on your face
in spite of their not so vague plans
to ruin everything that you are.







Static

Listen to the conversation
whisper into thin air
in the end which one
makes a difference?








Life

Listen to your heart beating
be thankful it's the greatest
gift you have.









Landslide

Call on me don't
fall on me.







Bargain basement

They've obscured your view
of the sky/it was a conscious decision;
money meant more to them than air.

--Mikel K
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Being happy in spite of them

You lived your life
with a smile on your face
in spite of their not so vague plans
to ruin everything that you are.
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Static

Listen to the conversation
whisper into thin air
in the end which one
makes a difference?
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Life

Listen to your heart beating
be thankful it's the greatest
gift you have.
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Landslide

Call on me don't
fall on me.
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Bargain basement

They've obscured your view
of the sky/it was a conscious decision;
money meant more to them than air.
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Is it still a "friendship" if you make out?

At a half to three quarters of
a bottle of wine she starts
kissing me, or should I say
that she starts responding to
my kisses.
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Balancing Act

War is in your hand; peace is in your heart.
You can make money with war;
you can make love with peace.
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The death of our friend is not a time to point out differences in opinion between us.
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 07, 2010
I don't know where we fell out or why probably cuz I drank to black out and you didn't but this seems like as good a time as any to kiss and make up. We have lost one of our our own, one of our dearest, one of our dirtiest, a man who lived life to the fullest; a man who lived life his way.
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He is gone, and I better get on with this business of living.
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The teardrops in your eyes.
The frothing in my mouth.
He's dead. He is dead.
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It's all crap sometimes.

It's all crap sometimes
just shit in your oatmeal
and coffee,
the things that you normally enjoy
soiled beyond recognition
by a mood.
The teardrops in your eyes.
The frothing in my mouth.
He's dead. He is dead.
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The cat seeks comfort
he lays on papers of mine
on my desk that are
semi-important near
the heat that is being
expelled from my computer.
I don't have the heart
to pull the papers
from under him,
I also figure they would
wrinkle even more if I did.
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I don't go to funerals. I don't view open caskets. My friend Skinny Joe Nihiser just died. I would go to his funeral, and, I guess, I would give ole Joe one last look. Skinny Joe was my drinking buddy for about a decade. He was a drinking buddy that I was not able to get rid of in my black outs like I had gotten rid of so many of my drinking buddies over the years because of my drunken behavior. Skinny Joe had demons of his own, and it was, partly, these shared demons that kept us together as friends. But it was far more than demons that kept Joe and I together as friends.

They say that God doesn't give us more than we can handle. It's not fair that I, and all Joe's other friends have to handle this. Joe was too young to be knocking on heaven's door.
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Skinny Joe is drinking beer in heaven
pounding his fist on one of God's tables
laughing and sharing that magnanimous smile of his
with the angels just like he did with us on earth.
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I know that I'm not the one,
but I know that I could be.
Her curtsy dismissed me.
She baked biscuits for
someone else in the morning.
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The Gift

I'm still here. I might become a King, a Killer, a Coward.
He's gone. His chance to become anything on earth is gone.
The lesson is not lost on me. The most precious gift that
I have is life. It is o.k. to be near broke. It is o.k. to
not have a woman. It is o.k. to dream of publication. It is ok.
It is ok. It is ok. Everything is ok, as long as you are breathing.
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I haven't cried yet,
but I know that I will.
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 06, 2010
His father had the plug pulled
on his son, at two, today.
It isn't right;
fathers are supposed to go
before their sons.
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This week one friend of mine died
of a heart attack,
and another was shot in the jaw
in a botched robbery attempt.
I stood a little further back
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It's as possible as anything else
that he is smiling down at us
from Heaven, right now.
He certainly was no angel
while he was alive
but his love affair
with the demon liquor,
never caused any of us
to run from that dazzling smile,
to elude that playful manner.
He leaves a snake,
and I bet not much else material
on this planet
but you know what
you can't take it with you.
He leaves behind countless friends;
friends who love him,
friends who miss him.
He left us too soon.
It really wasn't his turn.
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Did you hear that she or I died?

I called her to tell her about
the death of a close friend of ours.
As I was dialing her number
I realized that one of us
would die before the other
and would be making phone calls
to others about our death.
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The Poet has quit puffing

He doesn't eat
the whole bag
of chips
like he used to.
And that is how
he keeps
the twenty pounds
that he lost off.
He quit smoking,
recently,
and that is going well.
At a certain point
in your life,
you either start living,
or you start to die.
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The conversation was strained.

I couldn't remember her name.
She didn't like standing in front of me.
One of us dismisses ourselves,
saying that we had to go to the bathroom.
The air was, then, easier to breath.
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They said I couldn't be an angel,
so I lead a life of danger,
the drink in my hand lead me the way.
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There are 24 hours in a day.

How many of them should you
devote to your writing,
when you are a writer.
How much time do you give
to your dogs, when you are
glued to the computer all day?
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You don't always have to fuck

I was trained somewhere
(probably in the fraternity
that I was in the first time
that I was in college),
that a kiss is not enough.
I was trained that holding hands
is not enough,
and yet here I am holding someone's
hand, and kissing them,
neither one of us, at the age
that we are at virgins,
and I am finding
a great satisfaction in the behaviors.
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Be what you say you are

I must put insecurity, and petty jealousies aside.
They eat me up inside, stagnate, or stop my progress outside.
I don't know where such traits come from.
Was I born with them? Were they handed to me from ancestors
who didn't come over on The Mayflower.
I preach peace, and love. I should live it.
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She's got to look great in a mini skirt
but be fun to talk to covered in flour,
or paint.
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A final solution

I don't keep a gun in the house
because I believe that if a gun is around,
eventually, it might get used
when it didn't need to be used.
I might have a moment's fit of depression
reach for the gun
put it to my head
and pull the trigger;
such a final solution
for a temporary dilemma,
one that could have been fixed
with a pill
a half hour on a therapist's couch
or time.
I don't want to kill someone
because they want my wallet
or my t.v.
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Opportunity

It would be sad to think
that I have made a difference
in nobody's life but my own.
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It's not as much fun writing about your ex when you are getting along with her. Who wants to hear that you said to each other, "I love you. Have a nice day?" You want to hear the dirt; feel me spew the venom. I know you do, but it's just not going to happen. We have buried the hatchet, forgotten what used to piss us off. We have moved on with our lives, and can congratulate the other for having done the same. It took almost twenty years to get to this place, but whewwwww, we are here. I'm walking on sunshine, and don't it feel good!
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Death to the inquisitors

Evil words come to mind
when these flies land
on the desk in front of me.
If they would just stay
out of sight, they would be
out of mind, but they aren't;
they are right here in front of me
tantalizing me taunting me
daring me to pull out a fly swatter
that always proves inadequate.
I have unrolled yet another fly strip.
It will work, slowly,
to eliminate the bastards.
If I could guy a gun
that would kill this menace, I would.
Seeing them land on my dog's poop, outside,
and then wind up on food in my kitchen
makes me distraught.
What was that that I was taught
about turning the other cheek?
Hah, not a chance in this situation.
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Forgetting to signal

I know what's right,
and what's wrong,
but sometimes I'm not sure
if I've written a poem,
or a song.
This poet friend of mine
says that sometimes
when she gets to
the top of the stairs
she's not sure
whether to turn left
or right
such a fright to think
that the mind is going
that a way.
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No more free lollipops

I draw a blank
when I go to the bank
the teller starts laughing
when I ask what's my balance
it's real juggling act
to pay your bills with zero.
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 05, 2010
It's the beginning of the world as he knows it,
and he feels like shit. Well, too bad, pal,
what have you done to feel good today? Drank
until the wee hours, yesterday; smoke cigarettes
all day long?
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Fired.

You can't fire me; I quit.
Wait. If I quit, I can't get unemployment.
O.k. I'm fired.
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Reasonable

Put me to the test I whisper best
when I am screaming way beyond reason
you still find me reasonable when
I have lost all track of myself
Put me in the zoo with the monkeys
let me beat my chest it's what
I like to do best when I've lost
control oh no I've got to fit int
Oh no I have fit in and it doesn't seem
so unreasonable as the seasons change
I leave who I used to be behind me
I haven't lost my mind in two decades.
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We were all better looking
when we were younger
thinner
and all those things
that come with being
thin and better looking.
Many of us are lucky
that we lived through
our youth,
that thinness
and those good looks
not being the best things
for us.
Or was it our sense of
invincibility that was
what was dangerous for us,
the feeling that we would
live forever that propelled
us into situations then
that we would never
allow ourselves to be in now?
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My brain is on fire, this morning; tonight I am going to see poet Billy Collins read, and when I step up to the table that he will be sitting at, after his reading,selling books, and signing autographs, I am going to hand him ten poems of mine, and a letter asking him to write a letter of recommendation for me to the MFA in Poetry Programs that I am interested in attending.

Billy Collins is a great poet. He is intelligent, and accessible, just like I think a poet should be. He is a former Poet Laureate of The United States. He has done things that I so far, have only dreamed of, and a letter of recommendation from him might well be a strong start on those dreams of mine. Wish me luck!
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He gets paid to teach writing,
his writing doesn't pay him
enough to not teach.
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Relative Degrees

I need to take the dogs out.
I am taking them out
into much colder weather
than they have, recently, been used to.
I like the cold.
Let me say that I like it better
than the heat of summer.
I like the cold of winter
better than I like the heat of summer,
much the same as I like coffee better than tea.
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One of the dogs is lapping up water.
I am lapping up coffee.
The filter in the turtles' tank
is making noises to rival Niagara Falls.
The rest of the apartment is silent.
It is a Tuesday, much like any Tuesday,
but still a unique day all to itself.
I have said it before, and I will say it, again,
every day that I am alive:
I thank my Higher Power
for letting me see this new day.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 04, 2010
stow me
in your heart
it s a start
then
we have
towards something
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Being a memoirist, as well as a poet, I am always looking for things to report to you from my life. As some of you have pointed out, sometimes the pickings are slim. I may repeat myself, or talk about things that you don't much care about. Caring is weird, though, because what matters not to you, makes another laugh. What you find boring, someone else looks forward to reading each day, so I am treading a thin line bringing to you, each day, these bits, and pieces, of my life.
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If I could save time in a box,
I would
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I think you are special,
like a cool day
after a sweltering hot summer.
I think you are different,
not like a freak
at the carnival.
I think that you are lovely,
but it doesn't blind your vision.
I'd like to hold your hand,
I'm thinking that would be grand.
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Who is there to lean on
when they have shot you
in the jaw?
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Who is there to lean on
when they have shot you
in the jaw?
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Our only friend in common
has been shot in the jaw
he was working a scene
that was making music
outside the law.
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I think of you when I need you
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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 03, 2010
"Come down and join everyone else,"
said the man to me with a smile.
I smiled back and said, "I'm not
much of a joiner."
He nodded, as if he understood
and then went off to mingle with
the posse.
It's not that I don't enjoy
the company of people,
it is just that I am more at ease
with my own thoughts.
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I am the recipient of love

They say that you get what you give.
I spend a lot of time alone,
with animals that is, so what
am I going to get?
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Blab blah

My ear aches
I don't have a band
I can't sing
I can only smash guitars
but I've given that up
for more than lent
which I don't celebrate
any more
they took my candy away from me
for years.
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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 01, 2010
I have needs that are not being met,
that will never be met,
I can either whine about it,
let some misery occupy my head,
or get on about it.
Sometimes it is hard to get on about it,
but I have to try.
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Adam's not saying hello for the whole week that he was home. I mean what's up with that?
Not discussing when I would be paid, just saying, "You will get it on Monday."
20 bucks being put in the mailbox; what's wrong with handing it to me in person?
No mention of why I was not allowed to use the car for the weekend. Am I using too much gas? You'd rather pay a cab 20 than let me use up that in gas?
The "friendship" has turned into more of a long distance thing, even though we live next door to each other, which is fine, but I now have to treat the dog watching as a business matter.
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It is a beautiful new day, and I am blessed to be here to see it.
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I was slugging a cup of coffee,
as he sipped on an Irish coffee;
PBR back up neatly perched
in a beer glass.
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I can't always get
what I want
things do not always
go the way that I want them to
oh well
deal with it
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The Good Neighbors aren't so good any more.

Seated in the corner with the lights off

My desire is exceeded by my unwillingness
to make a fool of myself, so I don not profess
my love for you. You will never know how
I felt about you; I will never know what
might have happened if I had opened my mouth.
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Touch me I'm sick

I'm indisposed but not presupposed
to the condition that I find myself in,
this evening.
I'll start at the beginning
with the ear ache,
and then move to the cough.
Things store bought, I cannot afford them.
My neighbor spooned me out some medicine.
"Just a spoon full of sugar
helps the medicine go down."
I'm diabetic, so I have to
lay off of the sugar, but
the medicine has made me sleepy,
so I will be laying down
earlier, tonight, than usual.
It would be my hope to wake
in the morning, with no symptoms,
a healthy, happy man
ready to face the new day.
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Inadequacy

I apologize for everything
that the world has ever done
wrong; to think that I would
take on such a task is validation
of my the exaggerated condition
of my ego.
I will do a step or two from
the book, and be healed.
Screw everybody; I feel fine.
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In box

I've got just one demand.
Make no demands on me.
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Sequester The Notion

Don't come in here, drifting.
One of these days, you are
going to make me:
hand extended for a butterfly,
eye on the dog that belongs to you.
Blowing bubbles.
Singing songs.
I never sought to make you run
to aisle number 19 for the light special.

(or)

Sequester The Notion

Don't come in here, drifting. One of these days, you are going to make me: hand extended for a butterfly, eye on the dog that belongs to you. Blowing bubbles. Singing songs. I never sought to make you run to aisle number 19 for the light special.
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The Braves lost a playoff game,
this evening, to San Fransisco,
victim to three errors by the same man,
but an hour before the game
I got a letter from a prominent poet
saying that he liked my poems
and would recommend me for grad school,
so thought I was not happy about
the outcome of the game,
overall my day ended on a happy note.
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Louise Crowley,
PROGRAM DIRECTOR
louise.crowley@vermontcollege.edu


I met a wonderful woman on Facebook, recently, Sue William Silverman, who told me of your program. I have been looking for a school that would let me study both poetry, and memoir writing.
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Turn the page

Sometimes, I wear my insecurities
on my sleeve, and you better believe
I change shirts every day
because I'll never quit trying.








Man with an attachment

I'm still attached to your umbilical chord;
tried thumping up my nose at all you said,
came sniffing around for your loving instead.
If I can't sleep next to you, I think that
I'd be better off dead.








A missed wake

Nobody told me about it,
so I knew nothing about it.
I would have been there,
I really did care
about our mutual friend
who had recently departed.










The on button

Touch the light
don't fight happiness.








Order

Salivate like a Pavlov's dog
and see what that will get you;
a place in line
with the other fools.








The Process

Sometimes, you just have to start at A
and,somehow, you find yourself at Z.
I don't fully understand the process,
but I know that it works.
You just have to start typing,
and not worry that what you have typed
is not up to par.
Par will take care of itself
if you put the time, and effort, in.







Free Falling

Some men aren't happy
unless they are flying.
I knew a man who was
trying to fly,
had his lips on the pipe
took one hit too much,
and instead of flying,
he died.









Traffic

Secret stop signs I see your earing;
it signals keep my distance.
I make a left turn instead of going ahead.







I could care less

The kitchen's dirty
my office is a mess
the living room/bedroom
needs to be made.







Trying to be a man about it

Still I mean to be quiet
but it's not my fault
if I start to cry.


--Mikel K
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Turn the page

Sometime, I wear my insecurities
on my sleeve, and you better believe
I change shirts everyday
because I'll never quit trying.
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Man with an attachment

I'm still attached to your umbilical chord;
tried thumping up my nose at all you said,
came sniffing around for your loving instead.
If I can't sleep next to you, I think that
I'd be better off dead.
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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 09, 2010
A missed wake

Nobody told me about it,
so I knew nothing about it.
I would have been there,
I really did care
about our mutual friend
who had recently departed.
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Skinny Joe is gone
he took one hit too many
and went over the line.

Now Joe he was crazy,
but he was a good friend of mine.
When I was still drinking
we used to hang out all the time,
but when I had to leave it alone
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It's either my stomach, or one of the cats that is making weird noises this morning. I put my old comforter down on the floor for the dogs to sleep on, last night, and they took to it like bees do to fresh flowers. The turtles appear to be asleep. I've had my morning coffee, and am headed for some oatmeal, here, in a bit.

Today is the wake for Skinny Joe. I thought about not going, but I know that I should; and, really, I want to. I missed my friend Lewis's wake because I didn't know about it, which sucked. I wish that I could fly up to Decatur, Illinois for Joe's funeral, but I can't because I am a broke bastard.
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The on button

Touch the light
don't fight happiness.
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Order

Salivate like a Pavlov's dog
and see what that will get you;
a place in line
with the other fools.
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The Process

Sometimes, you just have to start at A
and,somehow, you find yourself at Z.
I don't fully understand the process,
but I know that it works.
You just have to start typing,
and not worry that what you have typed
is not up to par.
Par will take care of itself
if you put the time, and effort, in.
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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 08, 2010
Free Falling

Some men aren't happy
unless they are flying.
I knew a man who was
trying to fly,
had his lips on the pipe
took one hit too much,
and instead of flying,
he died.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2010
Me, or her, I wonder
who is it
that you are speaking to?
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Her manners are pure
she dismisses you impeccably
such that you don't even realize
that you have been dismissed
You feel like you are still
in her presence
but she has moved on to
the next man in line.
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I'm alone with her
your eyes upon us
I can't say I'm sorry
that she chose me
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They are talking about hockey on the radio, and I don't care about hockey, so I turn off the radio. It seems simple enough, but then I think that, somewhere, someone is talking about something that I would be interested in but I can't tune into it, I can't get close enough to hear what is being said. Am I missing out?

For the first time in my life, today, I went to a doctor's office, and it was closed. I called a number that I had for the office, and the lady said that I should have gotten a letter saying that my appointment had been moved to next week, on the same day.

I got no so such letter. I think that the lady was a little surprised that I didn't get pissed off into her ear on the telephone. I was looking forward to the nice bike ride home that I knew that I was about to undertake. Getting to the doctor's offfice took me just over 15 minutes because I had to walk up a hill. Getting home took me 6 minutes because it was all down hill, and an all fun ride.
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Water Instead

I only shot pool
well
drunk,
and I don't drink
anymore,
so
I don't bother
shooting pool.
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This blank page
allows me
to express happiness.
This blank page
allows me
to express rage.
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Apostrophes don't matter, like giving flowers to your love doesn't matter.
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It's been nice
it's been really nice.
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I'd rather be with you
than to be in heaven.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2010
I've got holders for dimes, nickels, and quarters, but no silver to put in them. Oh well, it's time to roll the copper, again
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I just hit a wall
but I'm not going
to fall backwards.
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They are my little babies
I like to see them handled correctly
when I hand them off to you.
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We want more; we always want more,
don't we? I do.
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Scumbags

They eye not helping the man
and woman who have no job,
but they look at how they can
regain The White House,
regain political power.
They should be kicked
onto the street, but instead
they will dine in fancy places
paid for by the taxpayers.

They say that you are wrong
for needing food stamps,
but who pays for the breakfast,
lunch, and dinner that they eat
in their Senatorial dining room?
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I am still coughing a bit, this morning. Some of the congestion in my chest seems to have broken. I hate being sick, and am blessed that I am not sick very often. I have two bucks until Thursday, and maybe nothing more then, after bills. The folks at the unemployment office sent me a letter not really explaining why they were cutting me back thirty dollars this week. It seems as if they should ask me if that would be o.k., instead of just doing it!

I look forward to a great Yoga class tonight. I am going to rest up, today, so as to be healthy, and ready, for class. I have been listening to Widespread Panic, this morning, as I write, and just now music by The Wayside Riders has kicked in. Fucking hippy bands!

I just started snapping my fingers to the music, and Morisson started banging his tail on the floor, and, now, he is below me puffing, and panting, for some attention. Mo, it is 7:12 a.m. on a Monday morning; cut me some slack, bro.

I got the nicest email from Poet Thomas Lux, yesterday. He said that he liked the poems that I gave him, and that he would be glad to write a letter of recommendation for me to grad school. It is my goal to get an MFA in Poetry and Memoir from The Vermont School of Fine Arts. Poet David Herrle has also agreed to write a letter of recommendation for me. I think that I have a very strong one two punch as far as letters of recommendation go for grad school. I am blessed, and thankful.

The gift of life is the most precious gift that we have, followed very closely by the gift of health. My health, at the beginning of the year, due to a bum hip, was not that great. I am thankful that my new hip has restored to me a quality of life that I used to take for granted. I just lost a dear friend. He passed about a week ago, and his passing further points out to me how precious life is, how precious the gift of life is to me, to all of us. Every moment alive is a blessing. I should cherish every moment that I am here breathing in the beautiful air of life.

As I was standing outside with the dogs, just now, an idea came to mind. When I get some extra money, I am going to put some extra cough, and cold, medicine in the bathroom cabinet. Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to be lent some cough medicine by The Good Neighbor. That medicine carried me through the night, and has me feeling much better, though not perfect, today. I think that extra food, and extra medicine are good things to have in the house.

Carl Paladino wants to be Governor of the state of New York. He is backed by The Tea Party.

Paladino made diparaging remarks about gay people in a recent speech, and, also,according to The New York Daily News, "slammed his Democratic rival, Andrew Cuomo, for marching in New York's gay pride parade. 'That's not the example that we should be showing our children,' he said, according to the New York Daily News."

I guess that the world is not big enough for Carl Paladino. I guess that the marketing research part of his political campaign team has determined that there are enough Tea Party people who are anti-gay that it would be a good platform for Paladino to take in his campaign.

Paladino is going to get his ass whooped in this campaign because the non-haters outnumber the haters, and love will always overcome hate.
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Dichotomy

I remember me
and I see me
as I am.
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Carl's World

The planet's not big enough
for Carl Paladino
He don't want his children
associating with those who are gay.
What about the niggers,
and the spics, Carl;
should they, also, just go away?

Oct. 10, 2010
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I won't be here long.
Just blink, and I'll be gone.
And where I'm going,
you'll be there with me,
either before, or after.
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About an hour ago I passed
from one world to another.
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I wanted you to notice.
I wanted you to care.
I was standing in line.
Do I dare try to move up
and stand in front of you?
I might get rejected.
Wouldn't that be brutal?

No longer running the red light

I'm the driver
my passenger is Uncle Sam.
I'm your driver,
I don't give a damn
what you done, yesterday.
I used to rob banks,
and blow up buildings,
but I stopped to raise
my children.
I'm forgiven,
don't you see,
and I didn't get down
on my knees in front of
anyone collecting nickel
and dimes,
and waving a bible at me;
I didn't hide in a booth
and whisper.
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I can't think about anything but sleep,
except that I have got to piss first,
if I don't I think that I will burst.
Been drinking hot water laced with lemon,
and honey. Funny it is a great tasting drink
that makes me feel good.
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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2010
Trash 2

She ignores you in the morning.
She ignores you in the evening,
and at night.
You carry out the trash,
you are trash to her.
She doesn't wear the ring.
She might have pawned the ring.
She cares not about you,
but about what you can bring her.
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Trash

White trash.
Good trash.
Bad trash.
Corporate trash.
Take out your trash,
or your house will
stink.
You shouldn't have to
clean up your air.
You shouldn't have to
clean up your oceans,
and rivers, but you do.
Who made them dirty,
you, and I;
the guy who made millions
of dollars
while polluting them?
Hollar.
What you gonna do.
The polluters are in bed
with the governement.
The government rules you.
White trash.
Good trash.
Bad trash.
Who cares about a beautiful lake
if you are making money
dumping chemicals into it?
Sing it.
Bring it.
Halleluja.
Cash jack.
Who cares about anything,
but the cash jack?
White trash.
Good trash.
Bad trash.
Is there anything
that we can do?
Do we want to do anything,
but watch Monday Night Football?
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It wouldn't be neighborly

The new neighbors are moving their possessions
into their new home, today. The house was repossessed
from the last person who lived in it,
and it took the bank about a year to sell it.
My dogs can't pee on their lawn, anymore.
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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2010
No longer off in the distance

I'm lost in a crowd
crying out loud
no end in sight
to this journey
always a red light
every step that I go.

Off in the distance
I see a rainbow,
and that rainbow offers hope
so I walk just a little bit further
and, soon, I am there
where I always wanted to be
and I realize that I was there
long before now.
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2010
My prayers were extended this morning. People close to me are suffering, and I wish that I could lessen their suffering. My friend Billy Fields is in the hospital, still, having had a bullet pass through his jaw, as some young punks took a shot at him while trying to hold him up. Skinny Joe is in heaven, or wherever punk rock intellectual snake handlers go when they die. Spore, my pal who lives in San Francisco, recently lost his foot in a motorcycle accident. I hear that he is trying to figure out a way to ride, again. More power to him. My friend who is a girl, Scarlett, informed me, yesterday, that her dad, who is, already, fighting cancer, fell and had to be taken to the hospital.

They tell me that God does not give us more than we can handle. As I age more and more friends pass, more and more friends are handed things that it seems grossly unfair that they have been handed. I often want to shout out at God, "Are you really there? How could you do this to me/us?"

Shouting will do no good; I know this. Patience, prayer, and the emission of positive thoughts towards those suffering, towards those who have passed is the best that I/we can do.

And love. We must shower those still living with love. Don't wait until it's too late.
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2010
A fly on my laptop screen sometimes looks like my cursor. I try to follow it, but it does not cooperate, and I find myself, for a moment, wondering why.
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The President of Chile hugs every miner who escapes from the earth. His hug immediately follows the hug that the miner receives from his wife. Give me a break. Back off Prez; can't you find some other way to boost your popularity?
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She keeps warning me
of things that I need
to know.
Finally, I believe her
that something terrible
awaits me/us.
This cramps my/our style.
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I am glued to this event
more than I would be
listening to the hometown team
fight to win the world series.
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Escape

News stories are usually bad,
so it is refreshing that
the one that I am tuned to,
at this moment, is good.
The miners are coming out
of their hole, one by one.

The earth lets you take only so long
then she extracts a heavy price.
In this case she is not making us pay up.
She is letting us off the hook.
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Upon the beach where sea shells reach
for me to
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2010
Bad habits with my eyes wide open
bad habits when I sleep
bad habits I'm in so deep
I don't know how to act
like anything but a creep.
I'm a nice guy when I'm sober,
but I'm drunk almost every night.
Bad habits many words I've said
would have been better off left
unspoken.
Bad habits oh no I've wound up
in this cell again,
if the jailer knew how to smile
he might become my best friend.
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Shooting my mouth off no more.

It used to matter to me to be
heard. Now, I just write the word.
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It's fall, and I've got a spring in my gait.
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I'm done running

I'm not running away,
and I'm not running
after anybody; no more.
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Verbalization

What I said was not
what I was trying to say,
somehow the right words
slipped away.
Lick a postage stamp,
and send her a letter;
maybe things will turn out better.
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Sinner

You're smiling in the sunshine
from the moon I can't hide
preacher raising his bible
says he can save me
I don't have the price of admission
it costs to confess in some types
of churches
Out on my porch I feel passionate
don't understand why you say
that I'm a sinner
You come in from the day
ready for dinner
Sinner, oh yes you're a sinner.
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I call my daughter, and she says, "Did I tell you that I didn't have school, today?

I say, "No, you didn't tell me. What is today, Columbus Day?"

"No," she says, "Yesterday was Columbus Day."

"Did you have school yesterday?" I ask her, and she says, "No."

"Well, nobody ever tells me anything," I say to her, the thought crossing my mind to say that, "Nobody loves me," but I know that that is not true

Canine Pleasure

The dogs are still asleep
they love the comforter
that used to keep me warm.
It now lays on the floor.
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Non-shaving solution

My beard itches
this morning
all I can do
is to scratch it.
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 19, 2010
No great escape

I'm looking for a getaway
but I've got to stay
close to where I am.
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I was trying to turn her into my lover, but she wouldn't let me. She resisted me long enough for me to know that we would not have been right. I change my emphasis towards her. I would be polite, but I would quit fawning.
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Foolish Youth

When I was young
my fever felt
not strong enough
to slow me down
so I ran around
like a clown
I was getting down
when I should
have been laying down.
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Before I put the food in
I must make sure that
all the poems have come out.
The blood goes from the brain
to the belly, rather fast,
I have learned.
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No hanky no spanky

You talked, and I listened, but I soon found
that I didn't believe a word that you had said.
Your smile said a lot to me,
your body talked to me,
but the word was out on you,
and I came to realize that
our behavior is being watched,
and analyzed,
and criticized.
I bet that, once, I had
a bad reputation like you
but I didn't know that some
were giving words to others
on which they could chew.
Achoo, you sneeze and some people
are running to other people
to tell them that you didn't have
a hankie.
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Good News

"Love is always with you,"
says The Buddhist Monk,
even when you are angry,
even when you are in a funk.
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Safe sex

New post
the page says
and I am off
again
scribbling
what I hope
are decent
poems
onto
the cyberspace page.
I save my poems
in cyberspace
just in case
the laptop crashes.
I have this blue box
that backs things up
also
so I hope that
I am protected
that the condom
covering my poems
does not burst.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2010
We must learn to listen, and not talk all of the time, is one of the great lessons of the Buddhist Monk, Thich Nhat Hanh, so let me shut up, and read on.

"Compassionate listening is a very deep practice. You listen not to judge or to blame. You listen just because you want the other person to suffer less."
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She turned out to be lush,
I couldn't take her out to lunch.
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Don't rain on my parade.
I'm sick of this charade.
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I have no car.
I live in a dump.
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Seated in the standard position

I feel stranded, somehow
seated here waiting for
the time to click.
I feel used and abused
sitting here in traffic.
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I
Fooling yourself

I'm higher now
than I ever was
when I got high.
I'm happier than
I ever was
when I got
a twelve pack down.
I see things
more clearly
than I ever did
on LSD.
I don't know
how my kids
would have raised me
if I continued
to live a lifestyle
that so fazed me.
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It took awhile

I'm lost.
I'm lost.
I'm lost,
no more.
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Hey baby, let's rock and roll.
Hey baby, why can't we rock and roll?
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She'll treat me like snot

Take me.
Take me,
like I didn't see it
coming.
Make me,
make me
pay attention to you.
I'm paralyzed.
I'm mesmerized.
I'm going nowhere.
I've got nowhere to go.
Infatuation is worse than
the worst drug.
I'm going to wind up
crawling on the floor
with you walking
all over me.
Take me,
take me,
baby.
Make me.
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Rationale

I've got nowhere to go,
but I'm all dressed up
to get there.
You'll never forget me,
but you'll let me go,
before we even get started.
Was it because I farted?
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Less not more

I need a fixed payment
and I need it to be low as heck.
I can't go through another winter
of high, high bills.
It puts me in debt.
Mrs. Utility Woman, Mr. Utility Man
you don't know who I am
and I get the feeling that you don't
give a damn
but I am imploring you to put a moratorium
on your bills
cut back your spending.
Give me a break.
I've had it.
I've had all that I can take.

I know that I've exceeded
your expectations.
I'm sorry that I stop
when you say more.
I could have been a singer
in a rock and roll band.
Things always turn out
different than you've planned.
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If I die before I make it
It's ok cuz I'm as happy
as some men and women are high.
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The man who had a book in his hands almost every day of his life was now being lent books on tape in his room at the hospice.

She was such a pretty girl, has pictures of her with her father; they are both laughing. She grew up to be a woman who men like to beat with their emotions.

She fell in love with a man who was in love with strippers.
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The bus that I was waiting for came, but it drove right past me. It turns out that I was not waiting at a stop. Bummer. Where I was waiting was right outside a train station, so I went inside, and waited on the platform for a train. The train came pretty quickly. I got on, and sat down. A girl came on the train, after me, who was saying hello to everyone.

"How is everyone," she was asking. "I hope that everyone is have a beautiful day," she was saying.

It was weird to experience this. The norm on the train, and the bus for that matter, is to sit in your chair, and not speak. No one says hello to anyone else. No one much talks to anyone, and certainly not to strangers.

What this girl was doing was actually quite refreshing. I stared at her to see if I could find out what was wrong with her. She did not appear to be mentally ill. She was actually a quite good looking young woman.

When the train stopped, the young lady got up, and, again, started wishing everyone a great day. A man seated near her, said to her, "You have the light..." and she said, "Yes, I do."

Why do we sit mundanely on the train each day ignoring each other? Why can't we be more like this young lady who has "the light" in her.
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Filling in the blanks

I've got not much money
but I've got a lot of sunshine
so you see my days are bright.
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The fox is running late

There will be naught
upon his dinner plate.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2010
Esperar

I need to do laundry,
but it can wait.
I need to do the dishes,
but it can wait.
I need to write,
it can't wait.
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Sequester the moon

Steal every dollar
that everyone else
ever put away.
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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2010
But we wish he would learn his lesson

The people gathered around to pray,
hoping that there would come a day
when suffering would lesson, saying God is good.
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Most of us don't understand him

He follows his vision
as it creeps in.
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Far from the roar

No one's there.
I don't care.
Some people need
the constant drone
of people talking.
I be walking from the roar
of the crowd,
crying out loud,
how can you think,
in that din.
It's no sin,
the way that either
of us behave,
it's just a choice
that we've made.
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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2010
Poetry Atlanta Presents...Colin Cheney and Ginger Murchison

26 October · 19:00 - 22:00
Location Decatur Library
215 Sycamore Street
Decatur, GA
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2010
Maybe the best one yet

I'm giving
so I better get,
and this may be
the best Christmas yet.

We all know who Santa is.
We've known it since
we were little kids,
staying silent through
the night
with the knowledge.
We didn't want to
bet cut off from the presents.
We wanted there to be
gifts under our Christmas tree.

I know how to give.
I want to get.
This may be the best Christmas, yet.
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Scrambling eggs alone

That kind of thing you say
is no big thing
but, I don't get it.
I don't get the way
that it traps you,
I don't get the way
that it holds you.
No big thing, you say
you could put it away
on a moment's notice,
but you don't.
It's with you forever.
It pulls you into
an early grave.
You, and I,
we could have been together.
I miss the smell of your leather.
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Ruined

I saved your muscle juice,
so that they would know
that I was insane.
I rehearsed my lines,
knew them so well,
that I feel for you
way before I met you.
I have an illness.
It's called you.
It governs my everything.
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We eat. We prosper. We eat. They suffer. The river runs into the sea. The cow runs into the corporate farmer. It's not fun, but everybody loves fast food. Death comes to us all.
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You can buy a copy of one of my three memoirs, "The Delivery Guy," "Did You Write the Book of Love," or "Baking Banana Bread from Scratch," by putting $10 in The Mikel K Tip Jar. I can send you a chapter of each book, or of whichever book you like to help you make up your mind. Thank you, in advance, for your purchase.
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 2010
I took care of myself for the last three days, and now I am feeling better. I did not lose my voice, as I was close to doing, because, after I finished my job as The Reverend, Sunday night, I shut myself in, and shut myself up. I am feeling strong, now, ready to reprise The Reverend role tomorrow night, and to do it for four days, this week. I need to take a shower. I haven't bathed since Saturday. When you are a hermit, or at least when I am a hermit, I find my way to the soap, shampoo, and shower less. The dogs don't mind if my hair is dirty. The cats don't care that I haven't used deodorant. The turtles say nothing if I forget to brush my teeth.
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Quiet time

I forgot to turn off the phone,
last night, when I went to bed.
I forgot to turn the speaker down,
the speaker connected to my computer,
but no one called,
and the music was turned off
before I went to sleep.







Canine Pleasure

The dogs are still asleep
they love the comforter
that used to keep me warm.
It now lays on the floor.









Non-shaving solution

My beard itches
this morning
all I can do
is to scratch it.








No great escape

I'm looking for a getaway
but I've got to stay
close to where I am.








Foolish Youth

When I was young
my fever felt
not strong enough
to slow me down
so I ran around
like a clown
I was getting down
when I should
have been laying down.








Curbing regurgitation

Before I put the food in
I must make sure that
all the poems have come out.
The blood goes from the brain
to the belly, rather fast,
I have learned.








No hanky no spanky

You talked, and I listened, but I soon found
that I didn't believe a word that you had said.
Your smile said a lot to me,
your body talked to me,
but the word was out on you,
and I came to realize that
our behavior is being watched,
and analyzed,
and criticized.
I bet that, once, I had
a bad reputation like you
but I didn't know that some
were giving words to others
on which they could chew.
Achoo, you sneeze and some people
are running to other people
to tell them that you didn't have
a hankie.








Good News

"Love is always with you,"
says The Buddhist Monk,
even when you are angry,
even when you are in a funk.








Safe sex

New post
the page says
and I am off
again
scribbling
what I hope
are decent
poems
onto
the cyberspace page.
I save my poems
in cyberspace
just in case
the laptop crashes.
I have this blue box
that backs things up
also
so I hope that
I am protected
that the condom
covering my poems
does not burst.

--Mikel K
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Quiet time

I forgot to turn off the phone,
last night, when I went to bed.
I forgot to turn the speaker down,
the speaker connected to my computer,
but no one called,
and the music was turned off
before I went to sleep.
Maybe we should take a time out
before we even get started.
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They grew up too fast.
I look at pictures
of them, as children
and it seems as if
they were small just yesterday.
But that yesterday
is years away.
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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2010
ha ha to shockolick i ll get a poem out of that
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Face the facts.
You can't
always do
what you want
to do.
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2010
How can you thank me
for saying something bad
about you?
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I feel the cold of the night
after I have felt the heat
of the day, when I'm not feeling good.
What's up with that, anyway?
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The sun is sinking into the sea
another day of me wondering
if you have been thinking about me.
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Straight A's

I'm procreating no more
but that doesn't mean
that I'm better than you.
I like mayonnaise
on my sandwiches.
I don't like grape jelly,
but that doesn't make me
better than you.
You're a Christian
I'm a Jew or a Muslim
that doesn't mean I am
better than you.
I drive a Mercedes
you drive a Porsche
don't we have something
better to do than look
in the mirror?
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Powerless

There is nothing that I can do
about Obama's Health Care Plan
any more that there was anything
that I could do about
the Bush Cheney reign of terror.
There is nothing that I can do
about McDonald's.
I can feed my dogs, and love them.
I can feed my cats, and love them.
I can feed my turtles, and love them.
I can love my kids, and be there
when they need me.
I can love my grandson.
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There is probably a law against it. There is a law against everything.
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I'm swimming in the swimming pool
of life. I used to drown here,
but, now, I don't even need
a life preserver. The sun is shining
even when it rains. Small pains
are all I feel, because I'm feeling
different about the whole thing.
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I want to think my own thoughts

I turn the band off
because all the lyrics
that I hear in my head
are coming from them.
Mostly, I can tune them out,
but, this morning,
I am vulnerable.
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I saw a monster in my cereal

I am joking, of course
don't take me
to the padded room
just yet.
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Knowing when you have it made

First thing I pray.
I thank God that I
am alive, yet again.
I don't know who,
or what God is,
but I have faith,
I choose to have
faith in something.
Sometimes, I call God
my, "Higher Power."
Sometimes I call God
my, "Creator."
I try not to call
on God for cars,
and houses.
I ask him, or her,
that his, or her will
be done.
I ask him, or her,
to keep me off of
drugs, alcohol,
and cigarettes.
My prayers are answered.
I am blessed.
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Why do some people own dogs
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It rained yesterday

There are different schools of theory
about whether a microwave emits rays
that are harmful to you, but everyone
agrees that landlords mostly keep your
deposits.
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2010
A Daily Reminder

I am wrestling with myself
trying to stay awake when
my body my mind are saying
sleep sleep sleep.
Some days I don't want to end,
and this is one of them.
I will never see this day again;
this is the only opportunity
that I will have to live this day.
My neighbor went to bed early;
she was exhausted.
I should follow her example.
Tomorrow will be a day
as good as today.
Every day that I am allowed
to wake to is a precious gift
that I am thankful for.
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War is over

I no longer salivate
at your beck and call.
Your smile doesn't entice,
and then hold me
like it used to.
I am immune to your touch.
If you asked me to get naked,
I would say no.
These are all fantasies,
thankfully, because
you are gone. Gone, gone;
far out of reach.
If you call, I will look
at your number, and then
look away from my phone.
I am like a soldier
in his last day of battle.
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Hot tea

As I wait for my tea to steep
I think about the rainy day
that we have just had.
I take the two dogs outside,
and one of them doesn't piss,
so I know which one is pissing
inside, on the carpet.
Sipping on my tea, I realize
that it does no good to get
pissed off about
the dog pissing inside.
I sip on my tea, and think about
the day ahead tomorrow. It will be
a day much like today.
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 26, 2010
The Word Was

Your son is a sinner
and he's going to hell,
unless you put money
in the basket
every Sunday.

Secret stop signs I see your earing; it signals keep my distance.
I make a left turn instead of going ahead.
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I could care less

The kitchen's dirty
my office is a mess
the living room/bedroom
needs to be made.
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Trying to be a man about it

Still I mean to be quiet
but it's not my fault
if I start to cry.
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No more stomping

Bark at the distance
highlighted by the moon.
You'll be on your hands
and knees by tomorrow,
wishing you hadn't looked
the other way when someone else
had been forced, also,
to walk this way. The shoe
is on the other foot, and, now,
you have to wear it.








She says I care but I can't show it

She'll rip your heart out,
and you've had your heart
ripped out before,
so you don't even say hello.









Look them in the eye

Can you give me something that I haven't bought?
And if it cost you nothing can you use it?
Your mother taught you to work for a dollar,
but your mother is dead, and so are most of the principles
in this world that she raised you up on.
So are you better than me for being such;
one of us is wrong.








Rattle rattle you're so superior.

Rattle rattle their thoughts are empty.
Rattle rattle their words mean not.











Listen to her

She'll document her decline;
then,it's a mountain
you don't have to climb.


--Mikel K
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Feel the weight.
It's on your feet.
It's in your head.
You don't get satisfaction
in the things that you used to.
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No more stomping

Bark at the distance
highlighted by the moon.
You'll be on your hands
and knees by tomorrow,
wishing you hadn't looked
the other way when someone else
had been forced, also,
to walk this way. The shoe
is on the other foot, and, now,
you have to wear it.
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She says I care but I can't show it

She'll rip your heart out,
and you've had your heart
ripped out before,
so you don't even say hello.
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Look them in the eye

Can you give me something that I haven't bought?
And if it cost you nothing can you use it?
Your mother taught you to work for a dollar,
but your mother is dead, and so are most of the principles
in this world that she raised you up on.
So are you better than me for being such;
one of us is wrong.
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Rattle rattle you're so superior.

Rattle rattle their thoughts are empty.
Rattle rattle their words mean not.
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Listen to her

She'll document her decline;
then,it's a mountain
you don't have to climb.
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Being happy in spite of them

You lived your life
with a smile on your face
in spite of their not so vague plans
to ruin everything that you are.







Static

Listen to the conversation
whisper into thin air
in the end which one
makes a difference?








Life

Listen to your heart beating
be thankful it's the greatest
gift you have.









Landslide

Call on me don't
fall on me.







Bargain basement

They've obscured your view
of the sky/it was a conscious decision;
money meant more to them than air.

--Mikel K
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Being happy in spite of them

You lived your life
with a smile on your face
in spite of their not so vague plans
to ruin everything that you are.
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Static

Listen to the conversation
whisper into thin air
in the end which one
makes a difference?
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Life

Listen to your heart beating
be thankful it's the greatest
gift you have.
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Landslide

Call on me don't
fall on me.
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Bargain basement

They've obscured your view
of the sky/it was a conscious decision;
money meant more to them than air.
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Is it still a "friendship" if you make out?

At a half to three quarters of
a bottle of wine she starts
kissing me, or should I say
that she starts responding to
my kisses.
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Balancing Act

War is in your hand; peace is in your heart.
You can make money with war;
you can make love with peace.
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The death of our friend is not a time to point out differences in opinion between us.
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 07, 2010
I don't know where we fell out or why probably cuz I drank to black out and you didn't but this seems like as good a time as any to kiss and make up. We have lost one of our our own, one of our dearest, one of our dirtiest, a man who lived life to the fullest; a man who lived life his way.
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He is gone, and I better get on with this business of living.
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The teardrops in your eyes.
The frothing in my mouth.
He's dead. He is dead.
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It's all crap sometimes.

It's all crap sometimes
just shit in your oatmeal
and coffee,
the things that you normally enjoy
soiled beyond recognition
by a mood.
The teardrops in your eyes.
The frothing in my mouth.
He's dead. He is dead.
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The cat seeks comfort
he lays on papers of mine
on my desk that are
semi-important near
the heat that is being
expelled from my computer.
I don't have the heart
to pull the papers
from under him,
I also figure they would
wrinkle even more if I did.
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I don't go to funerals. I don't view open caskets. My friend Skinny Joe Nihiser just died. I would go to his funeral, and, I guess, I would give ole Joe one last look. Skinny Joe was my drinking buddy for about a decade. He was a drinking buddy that I was not able to get rid of in my black outs like I had gotten rid of so many of my drinking buddies over the years because of my drunken behavior. Skinny Joe had demons of his own, and it was, partly, these shared demons that kept us together as friends. But it was far more than demons that kept Joe and I together as friends.

They say that God doesn't give us more than we can handle. It's not fair that I, and all Joe's other friends have to handle this. Joe was too young to be knocking on heaven's door.
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Skinny Joe is drinking beer in heaven
pounding his fist on one of God's tables
laughing and sharing that magnanimous smile of his
with the angels just like he did with us on earth.
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I know that I'm not the one,
but I know that I could be.
Her curtsy dismissed me.
She baked biscuits for
someone else in the morning.
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The Gift

I'm still here. I might become a King, a Killer, a Coward.
He's gone. His chance to become anything on earth is gone.
The lesson is not lost on me. The most precious gift that
I have is life. It is o.k. to be near broke. It is o.k. to
not have a woman. It is o.k. to dream of publication. It is ok.
It is ok. It is ok. Everything is ok, as long as you are breathing.
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I haven't cried yet,
but I know that I will.
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 06, 2010
His father had the plug pulled
on his son, at two, today.
It isn't right;
fathers are supposed to go
before their sons.
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This week one friend of mine died
of a heart attack,
and another was shot in the jaw
in a botched robbery attempt.
I stood a little further back
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It's as possible as anything else
that he is smiling down at us
from Heaven, right now.
He certainly was no angel
while he was alive
but his love affair
with the demon liquor,
never caused any of us
to run from that dazzling smile,
to elude that playful manner.
He leaves a snake,
and I bet not much else material
on this planet
but you know what
you can't take it with you.
He leaves behind countless friends;
friends who love him,
friends who miss him.
He left us too soon.
It really wasn't his turn.
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Did you hear that she or I died?

I called her to tell her about
the death of a close friend of ours.
As I was dialing her number
I realized that one of us
would die before the other
and would be making phone calls
to others about our death.
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The Poet has quit puffing

He doesn't eat
the whole bag
of chips
like he used to.
And that is how
he keeps
the twenty pounds
that he lost off.
He quit smoking,
recently,
and that is going well.
At a certain point
in your life,
you either start living,
or you start to die.
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The conversation was strained.

I couldn't remember her name.
She didn't like standing in front of me.
One of us dismisses ourselves,
saying that we had to go to the bathroom.
The air was, then, easier to breath.
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They said I couldn't be an angel,
so I lead a life of danger,
the drink in my hand lead me the way.
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There are 24 hours in a day.

How many of them should you
devote to your writing,
when you are a writer.
How much time do you give
to your dogs, when you are
glued to the computer all day?
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You don't always have to fuck

I was trained somewhere
(probably in the fraternity
that I was in the first time
that I was in college),
that a kiss is not enough.
I was trained that holding hands
is not enough,
and yet here I am holding someone's
hand, and kissing them,
neither one of us, at the age
that we are at virgins,
and I am finding
a great satisfaction in the behaviors.
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Be what you say you are

I must put insecurity, and petty jealousies aside.
They eat me up inside, stagnate, or stop my progress outside.
I don't know where such traits come from.
Was I born with them? Were they handed to me from ancestors
who didn't come over on The Mayflower.
I preach peace, and love. I should live it.
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She's got to look great in a mini skirt
but be fun to talk to covered in flour,
or paint.
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A final solution

I don't keep a gun in the house
because I believe that if a gun is around,
eventually, it might get used
when it didn't need to be used.
I might have a moment's fit of depression
reach for the gun
put it to my head
and pull the trigger;
such a final solution
for a temporary dilemma,
one that could have been fixed
with a pill
a half hour on a therapist's couch
or time.
I don't want to kill someone
because they want my wallet
or my t.v.
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Opportunity

It would be sad to think
that I have made a difference
in nobody's life but my own.
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It's not as much fun writing about your ex when you are getting along with her. Who wants to hear that you said to each other, "I love you. Have a nice day?" You want to hear the dirt; feel me spew the venom. I know you do, but it's just not going to happen. We have buried the hatchet, forgotten what used to piss us off. We have moved on with our lives, and can congratulate the other for having done the same. It took almost twenty years to get to this place, but whewwwww, we are here. I'm walking on sunshine, and don't it feel good!
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Death to the inquisitors

Evil words come to mind
when these flies land
on the desk in front of me.
If they would just stay
out of sight, they would be
out of mind, but they aren't;
they are right here in front of me
tantalizing me taunting me
daring me to pull out a fly swatter
that always proves inadequate.
I have unrolled yet another fly strip.
It will work, slowly,
to eliminate the bastards.
If I could guy a gun
that would kill this menace, I would.
Seeing them land on my dog's poop, outside,
and then wind up on food in my kitchen
makes me distraught.
What was that that I was taught
about turning the other cheek?
Hah, not a chance in this situation.
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Forgetting to signal

I know what's right,
and what's wrong,
but sometimes I'm not sure
if I've written a poem,
or a song.
This poet friend of mine
says that sometimes
when she gets to
the top of the stairs
she's not sure
whether to turn left
or right
such a fright to think
that the mind is going
that a way.
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No more free lollipops

I draw a blank
when I go to the bank
the teller starts laughing
when I ask what's my balance
it's real juggling act
to pay your bills with zero.
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 05, 2010
It's the beginning of the world as he knows it,
and he feels like shit. Well, too bad, pal,
what have you done to feel good today? Drank
until the wee hours, yesterday; smoke cigarettes
all day long?
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:53 AM 0 comments Links to this post
Fired.

You can't fire me; I quit.
Wait. If I quit, I can't get unemployment.
O.k. I'm fired.
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Reasonable

Put me to the test I whisper best
when I am screaming way beyond reason
you still find me reasonable when
I have lost all track of myself
Put me in the zoo with the monkeys
let me beat my chest it's what
I like to do best when I've lost
control oh no I've got to fit int
Oh no I have fit in and it doesn't seem
so unreasonable as the seasons change
I leave who I used to be behind me
I haven't lost my mind in two decades.
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We were all better looking
when we were younger
thinner
and all those things
that come with being
thin and better looking.
Many of us are lucky
that we lived through
our youth,
that thinness
and those good looks
not being the best things
for us.
Or was it our sense of
invincibility that was
what was dangerous for us,
the feeling that we would
live forever that propelled
us into situations then
that we would never
allow ourselves to be in now?
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My brain is on fire, this morning; tonight I am going to see poet Billy Collins read, and when I step up to the table that he will be sitting at, after his reading,selling books, and signing autographs, I am going to hand him ten poems of mine, and a letter asking him to write a letter of recommendation for me to the MFA in Poetry Programs that I am interested in attending.

Billy Collins is a great poet. He is intelligent, and accessible, just like I think a poet should be. He is a former Poet Laureate of The United States. He has done things that I so far, have only dreamed of, and a letter of recommendation from him might well be a strong start on those dreams of mine. Wish me luck!
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He gets paid to teach writing,
his writing doesn't pay him
enough to not teach.
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Relative Degrees

I need to take the dogs out.
I am taking them out
into much colder weather
than they have, recently, been used to.
I like the cold.
Let me say that I like it better
than the heat of summer.
I like the cold of winter
better than I like the heat of summer,
much the same as I like coffee better than tea.
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One of the dogs is lapping up water.
I am lapping up coffee.
The filter in the turtles' tank
is making noises to rival Niagara Falls.
The rest of the apartment is silent.
It is a Tuesday, much like any Tuesday,
but still a unique day all to itself.
I have said it before, and I will say it, again,
every day that I am alive:
I thank my Higher Power
for letting me see this new day.
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 04, 2010
stow me
in your heart
it s a start
then
we have
towards something
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Being a memoirist, as well as a poet, I am always looking for things to report to you from my life. As some of you have pointed out, sometimes the pickings are slim. I may repeat myself, or talk about things that you don't much care about. Caring is weird, though, because what matters not to you, makes another laugh. What you find boring, someone else looks forward to reading each day, so I am treading a thin line bringing to you, each day, these bits, and pieces, of my life.
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If I could save time in a box,
I would
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I think you are special,
like a cool day
after a sweltering hot summer.
I think you are different,
not like a freak
at the carnival.
I think that you are lovely,
but it doesn't blind your vision.
I'd like to hold your hand,
I'm thinking that would be grand.
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Who is there to lean on
when they have shot you
in the jaw?
Posted by mikel k poet at 1:19 PM 0 comments Links to this post
Who is there to lean on
when they have shot you
in the jaw?
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Our only friend in common
has been shot in the jaw
he was working a scene
that was making music
outside the law.
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I think of you when I need you
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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 03, 2010
"Come down and join everyone else,"
said the man to me with a smile.
I smiled back and said, "I'm not
much of a joiner."
He nodded, as if he understood
and then went off to mingle with
the posse.
It's not that I don't enjoy
the company of people,
it is just that I am more at ease
with my own thoughts.
Posted by mikel k poet at 10:09 PM 0 comments Links to this post
I am the recipient of love

They say that you get what you give.
I spend a lot of time alone,
with animals that is, so what
am I going to get?
Posted by mikel k poet at 10:06 PM 0 comments Links to this post
Blab blah

My ear aches
I don't have a band
I can't sing
I can only smash guitars
but I've given that up
for more than lent
which I don't celebrate
any more
they took my candy away from me
for years.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:55 PM 0 comments Links to this post
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 01, 2010
I have needs that are not being met,
that will never be met,
I can either whine about it,
let some misery occupy my head,
or get on about it.
Sometimes it is hard to get on about it,
but I have to try.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:27 AM 0 comments Links to this post
Adam's not saying hello for the whole week that he was home. I mean what's up with that?
Not discussing when I would be paid, just saying, "You will get it on Monday."
20 bucks being put in the mailbox; what's wrong with handing it to me in person?
No mention of why I was not allowed to use the car for the weekend. Am I using too much gas? You'd rather pay a cab 20 than let me use up that in gas?
The "friendship" has turned into more of a long distance thing, even though we live next door to each other, which is fine, but I now have to treat the dog watching as a business matter.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:24 AM 0 comments Links to this post
It is a beautiful new day, and I am blessed to be here to see it.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:20 AM 0 comments Links to this post
I was slugging a cup of coffee,
as he sipped on an Irish coffee;
PBR back up neatly perched
in a beer glass.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:18 AM 0 comments Links to this post
I can't always get
what I want
things do not always
go the way that I want them to
oh well
deal with it
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:16 AM 0 comments Links to this post
The Good Neighbors aren't so good anymore.

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Secret stop signs I see your earing; it signals keep my distance