Mikel K is a poet and memoirist living in Atlanta, Ga. K was voted best Atlanta Poet, the last three years in a row, by readers of Creative Loafing, Atlanta’s weekly newspaper. He has a BS in English with a minor in Journalism from Georgia State University. He drank his way out of Florida State University one class short of a business degree.
Poetry by Mikel K has, recently, appeared in: Subtle Tea, Inbetwen Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Indiana Voice Journal, Dissident, Voice, Dead Snakes, Poeticus, Anti-Heroic Chic, Section 8 Magazine, drown in my own fears, poetic diversity, Zygote In My Coffee, High Coupe, The Blue Lake Review, Swimming With Elephants, Ceremony, Visceral Uterus, High Coupe, Fragrance Poetry Magazine, The Piker Press, Vox Poetica, Napalm and Novocaine, Ceremony.
You can buy a book by K at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
“Voted Atlanta’s Best Poet in Creative Loafing for the past three years, Mikel K Poet clearly has a large local following. His conversational style has been compared to Charles Bukowski or Hunter S. Thompson. His writing is deceptively accessible; you may want to sit with it for awhile to truly appreciate his work. His poems are sprinkled with local references, truly marking him as an Atlanta insider, but even those from outside the perimeter will find something to identify with in Mikel’s work.”
A rambling treatise
Chickens are illegal here and marijuana
but you can get drunk as hell on jack daniels
and fire your gun in the air;
technically, yes you could get arrested
for that, too, unless you live in the country.
I guess you could kill chickens
with your gun, too,
but then you won’t get no eggs.
You know what really sucks?
When you can’t fully enjoy
your food because a place
in you gums hurts when you chew.
Athlete’s foot sucks, too,
and so does jock itch.
Acne is a pain in the ass,
but it’s not as bad as cancer.
I don’t care if tomorrow ever gets here
because I am so enjoying today.
I did not like at all the iv that I was
hooked up to the hospital
but you could mainline me
some coffee in the mornings!!
At night he would sneak into people’s houses
while they were sleeping and let go a mass of
mice, cockroaches, flies and fruit flies. During
the day time, he would knock on those people’s
doors and offer his services as an insect and
I just heard that some overseas scientist has
figured out a way to take the high out of pot.
Rumor has it that his next move is to take the
alcohol out of beer, and bourbon.
You can’t get to heaven d.u.i.
I’m a man
yes I am
I find myself
it really mean?
at a place
I was listening
and I cried
Pick your ass carefully
The guy I bought my mule from
said that my mule could do
certain things that no other donkey
could do. So I bought him, and
he was no different than any other
mule. Those guys had been scoundrels.
I came to like my mule, though. He
helped me around the property a lot.
It’s funny: you never can tell which
animal, or animals, are the ones that
are going to get close to you.
He died too early
He should still be here
It was the heroin
that got him. He
went to bed on
and, from there,
it was either to
heaven, or hell.
He wouldn’t have