November 20, 2010


An F is an F when it's stamped on your head

So, they branded you a failure because you didn't
make their straight A's,
now their children line up to buy tickets 
to your performance,
their parents don't know that you were the one.


What good?

What good is a picture if it stays in your camera?
What good is a painting if the brush never touches canvass?
What good is a poem if it stays in your mind?
What good is a trillion dollars, 
if only two people get to spend it?
What good is your mind if you don't use it?



Make them more like us

I say kill all the beggars,
or at least put them in prison camps,
make them work for a living like we do.



Everybody flunks

There are no easy answers,
perhaps because the questions 
have been designed to be hard.



Poverty, for some of us, luckily, is a state of mind.

I am poor in appearance, perhaps, to you
but you are trapped by all you have and do.
I might be happier at the public pool
than you are at the country club.



On the skreets

A peasant on the pavement
isn't leading a pleasant existence.



They have already taken it away

If we are allowed to discuss it freely,
then there is no freedom in it.



What they're not telling you on tv

Stay even keep on peddling like a dog
Most everybody is coming to the realization
that.



This way

Everybody wants to be something
that is basically the same thing.
I am what most none of you 
would want to be, and I like it.




Those guilty will be elected

Got a lot of money?
Don't care about the common man?

Saturday, November 20th, 2010 4:30 pm

Does, "thank you," mean anything to you? Do you say it? Do you expect it in return for things that you do? Do you get pleasure out of receiving it unexpectedly? I thank you for your replies. It is at least five degrees cooler, today, on this part of the planet that I inhabit, than it was for the last couple of weeks. It is amazing what a difference five degrees can make; I woke up, early, this morning, searching, desperately, in the dark for the blanket that had been mostly ignored since winter time. Writing new material is the kick. Going back through old material, and reading it, and, or, editing it is not the kick, but someday I will sit down with 28 years worth of poems, and see if there is anything worthwhile in what I have written.

2:45 pm - The Swagger of the Quagmire

Henry, the Great Dane, crawled up on the bed with me, a couple of hours ago, as I was descending into a nap. The big grey guy curled up at my feet, and I put a leg over him, wondering if doing that would keep him from jumping in and out of the bed, and disturbing my rest. Damn if it didn't work; both dog, and man, got a nice little early p.m. sleep. As I was doing my bit with Mudcat, on Friday, there was this guy down front who was really getting into it, so I interacted with him a little bit..."You ready for The Revolution, man...are you going to help us start The Revolution, man...etc., etc." After I left the stage, the young man, and I, started talking, and he said that he wanted to, "Book me solo at pubs." I'm on my way, baby! (Not exactly sure where, though!) Mother's Finest, with rapper, Zero Basement, on board, have arrived, via tour bus, back in Atlanta. I praise my Higher Power for yet another safe trip for The Finest, and for returning Zero safely to us, after his first major gig. Hypocrisies of The System They can addict you to their nicotine, string you out on booze, but if you choose to puff on pot, and they catch you, you lose.

Hello Little Fly

I'm alone on this page
just me
a man with his thoughts
and observations
and then you wander in
with your eyes
your thoughts
your mind
and I catch you 
like a spider catches a fly
only I wasn't trying to catch you
I was just here alone
with my thoughts 
and my observations
and now I can't get rid of you
In some cases that is is good,
and in some cases that is bad.

--K
Aug. 5 2010