- Atlanta, Georgia, USA
- June 20
- Mostly Alone
- It is not lightly that I compare my friend, Mikel K Poet to a Bukowski, John Fante or Hunter S. Thompson. He is twisted. He is misunderstood. He is Arturio Bandini running amok through this crazy life! Mostly, he is genius in its purest, most insane form (and I say that in a good way). Not all will "get" him, but that's ok because he doesn't "get" most of us mere mortals either. His observations, stories and poetry are intriguing, thought-provoking and sometimes downright disturbing...gotta love it!
This is a must read for everyone who ever thought about saying 'screw the system' and wanted to face reality in the raw, but haven't, or couldn't, find the guts to do it.
The Delivery Guy is a poet's journal of events and decisions facing a man trying to dig below the surface of corporate security and acceptable mythological and social hiding places, to see what's what and feel the energy of what 'is' in our era.
There are no safety nets to catch Mikel in his walk through the primate insanity of the human experience in a crowded city of frightened Homo Sapiens.
Mikel K is the new Charles Bukowski!
"I found the book, "The Delivery Guy," by Mikel K to be a refreshing and sometimes uncomfortably honest look into the life of a modern writer struggling to come to terms with a pre-fabricated and often superficial, turn of the century, American society. The battle is dynamic and comes to an uplifting spiritually evolved conclusion. I found it a fascinating read!!!"
Mikel K is a poet, a journalist, and a memoirist, among many, many other
Gemini things. You can buy his stunning,
and weirdly funny memoir, "The Delivery Guy," on Lulu and at Amazon Kindle.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Check out The "Official" Mikel
K Blog 2013
January 12, 2013 05:22AM
- I find that I have less to say
January 04, 2013 07:29AM
- Three Days of Christmas by
December 26, 2012 12:14PM
- Smile Everywhere You Are
December 01, 2012 05:38AM
- RIP Olin Rainwater
November 25, 2012 07:01AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Skypixieo, something
tells me that you are not a
idiot, or any kind of
January 12, 2013 05:29AM
January 12, 2013 05:20AM
January 12, 2013 05:20AM
- “You're making me
November 20, 2012 09:56AM
October 17, 2012 06:23PM
Mikel k's Links
- MY LINKS
http://theofficialmikelk2013blog.blogspot.com/This site is too difficult to deal with: too slow, too frustrating,
so I will not be posting here anymore. If you want to see what
I am up to you can go to my "Official" 2013 Blog. Thanks and
have a great day!
I find that I have less to say recently. I’m not sure of the reason for this, but I suspect that it might have something to do with this new pill that I am on that is supposed to curb mania. I like my mania. It is a driving force in… Read full post »
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I'm up at 4 a.m. wondering if I should have that second cup of coffee. The cats came out for a minute, and ate their a.m. wet food snack, and went back to the bedroom where Joan, and the dogs are still asleep. I can't believe that… Read full post »
Atlanta Musician, Olin Rainwater, passed yesterday. Olin was an amazing musician, an amazing husband, and an amazing father. I used to visit Olin often, when we lived across the driveway from each other, on Dixie Ave. Olin would play his songs for me for hours. He was an amazing song… Read full post »
I have gotten in the habit of feeding my dogs rice, along with their dry dog food. I don’t know where I read that rice is good for them, but Joan just read, on the internet, that rice helps to dry their skin out, and we have been have a large… Read full post »
She likes to check the mail, as do I.
She likes to cut the lawn, which is good,
because I don’t.
She loves to cook. I love to eat.
We both raked the yard, this afternoon.
She likes to make me my coffee.
I love coffee, and I love… Read full post »
I feel warm. The frog is fed, misted, and cricketed. The dogs have been lead to the woods to do what they do, and fed; the cats have been fed. The Turtle eats on Wednesday, and Sunday. It is now time to write a couple of poems, and then take… Read full post »
Give thanks that you can show love
Ringo, my frog, doesn’t care about love
but I love him, anyway. Without me he
wouldn’t survive in his little plastic box.
I provide the dirt. I provide the moss. I
spray him down every day with a watery
mist, and provide the… Read full post »
Ringo, my frog, spent most of yesterday visible in his home container. I changed his dirt, and I think that it took him awhile to get used to the new dirt. This morning, Ringo, is, once again, submerged in dirt, as is his norm. I hope that you have a… Read full post »
I wonder what they see?
One of my cats knocked my alarm clock radio to the floor, off of my night stand, for the second time, last night, in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping. I just left the clock on the floor. I could see… Read full post »
A small piece of shit
I have walked past this thing on the floor of the extra bathroom for two, or three days. Until just now, I thought that it was a dirty ole leave, but on my last visit to this facility, I got the feeling that it was a small… Read full post »
Two Frog Poems
Don’t pay money for this picture show
The frog doesn’t do anything
except flip out his long tongue
to catch criquets that I put in his box.
Confession of a broke cheap skate
Love has figured out that we have… Read full post »
Nov. 9, 2012
It’s Friday in Mableton, Ga., and the parking lot at the K Mart-Dollar Store Parking lot is full of large American pickup trucks driven by Mexicans. We have come here to buy milk. I have my milk habit down to just a tablespoon, or so, every once in a…
In thirty years I will be 85 and the trees will be grown
Out front, five new trees are taking root.
Three of them came from the woods behind us
and two came from the big, big hardware store.
At the insistence of a friend, I stopped listening to the song, “Imagine,” by John Lennon, and turned on Glenn Beck. Beck was blaming God for something. I assumed that he was talking about the outcome of The Election. I try to only listen to Beck when I am cleaning out… Read full post »
"We're all in this together," Obama said in a tweet he sent just after 11:20 p.m., when the TV networks declared him the winner. "That's how we campaigned, and that's who we are. Thank you. — bo"
Sometimes on the bus I pick my nose
I… Read full post »
fourteen dollar breakfast
to park our car
in their garage; valet none the less,
also, wanted us to pay $14 for someone
to bring a two egg breakfast
to our room. Service they call it!
--Mikel K Read full post »
My good friend Olin Rainwater is in ICU at St. Joe's this morning. This man is an amazing musician, who many of us know from our Atlanta Music Scene, a brilliant songwriter, an amazing guitar player, and even more importantly, a wonderful, kind caring human being, a husband, a father. Please… Read full post »
Fuck. I just spent over an hour trying to enlarge the icons on this laptop, to no avail. How very frustrating. Simple computer things often baffle me. If left to my thinking, we would still be striking sticks together to make fire.
This computer is supposed to be dead.… Read full post »
I'm checking in to no one but myself; holed up in Indiana, in the smallest hotel room that anybody would dare sell to you, for a night, for ninety bucks. I was taking a desperate piss, after coming off of the highway, when my love approached the short haired, well-groomed young… Read full post »
ALL PHOTOS OF MIKEL K POET BY JUST JOAN. Read full post »