mikelkpoet

mikelkpoet
Location
Atlanta, Georgia, USA
Birthday
June 20
Title
Poet
Company
Mostly Alone
Bio
My memoir, "The Delivery Guy," which takes you from that time where I was an LSD laden, alcohol-soaked music writer poet rock star wanna be, to that time where I was a sober father sitting in the Little League bleachers watching my son grow up as he ran the bases. This book will make you laugh, it will make you cry, and then it will make you laugh again. It is for sale at: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet And, I am available for free on facebook, where I keep a Daily K Journal in Notes. Simply put mikelkpoet in your FaceBook search mechanism. Because I know that you will ask: I write about my dogs, Morisson and Bundy, my cats, Kobain and Jaggar, and my turtles, Prynce and Rue Paul, a lot. My writing is about fifty percent poetry and fifty percent memoir-ish type thangs. I am finishing up a memoir, now, called, "Baking Banana Bread From Scratch." It is sure to give David Sedaris, and Augusten Burroughs a run for their ratings.

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OCTOBER 26, 2009 5:46PM

My Animals Are Not Angels

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My Animals Are Not Angels

As I have told you, it is normally my dog, Morisson, who is a wimpy dog, when it comes to stepping up to his dog bowl, and claiming what is his. Tonight, though, Mr. Alpha Dog Bundy, who is usually the one getting Morisson to back down from his food, let a cat, Jaggar the Black Cat put him off from his dinner. Because Jaggar was eating his food, Bundy slithered away like a wimp to the underside of my desk, which is usually where he hangs out, and is always where he hangs out when I say to him, "Go Home." 

Jaggar seems to have developed a taste for dog food, and he doesn't care whose dog bowl that he eats it out of. Now, I have an Alpha Cat on my hands, or so it seems.






Useless relationships

We really don't have much interest 
in each other; that's why we became
"friends" on Face Book months ago,
and neither one of has ever commented
on the other one's site.





Some kid in Afghanistan is not so lucky

The biggest decision facing me, right now,
is whether to fix a hot tea, or a coffee.






Why don't you pop yourself in my toaster?

Whenever you walk by 
I salivate like a Pavlov's Dog
I am like butter 
yearning for toast
It's you I crave the most.

--Mikel K

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No doubt in my mind, cats rule the roost! Maybe the dogs should eat cat food! Has that happened?

Love, love the last one, pretty romantic! What more could a lady want?
French fries seeking ketchup. Fish yearning for tartar sauce.
swf frito seeks bean dip
Lips seeking napkin to remove excess bean dip.
Cheese seeking burger.