In the beginning all men were created …

“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, “here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above. –Bob Marley

”ANGER IS AN ENERGY…” – John Lydon

At the vet today, I met a couple who had brought an ill pet squirrel to the vet. Several years earlier, the squirrel had gotten thrown out of a tree by its mother because it had a club foot. The couple said that the squirrel was now much like a cat and that the couple’s cats, dogs and birds got along real well with the squirrel.

“Why can’t we be friends…?”—War

“I’m down here at the bottom, looking for a job that I don’t want.”

“Have you ever seen God on the bottom of your foot?”

I was seated in the back row of the anonymous place, slouched over, head in my hands, hiding tears, hating life, hating everyone and everything on the planet, hating everyone and everything in that room. Thirty-four years of living life on my terms, had brought me to this lonely, angry moment, to this lonely, scary place; and then, this twisted mother-fucker, with hair to his ass, who was wearing a biker style leather jacket, started to talk.

“I think that God is everywhere and in all of us. I don’t think that one God takes precedence over another God. If there is a God, it is a kind, caring, loving God. I can’t buy Christ over Krishna. I can’t buy Krishna over Allah. Allah and Buddha are one and the same. There is one God and she loves me. He loves you, too.”

This guy wore John Lennon specs. He had musician written all over him and what he had just said was exactly what I had needed to hear right at that moment. No one there could see it in my eyes, but I was sitting in that small room, every day at 5:45 p.m., for an hour, listening to the experience, strength and hope of complete strangers, because I was trying to find the reason why I should not put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

And, finally, after many, many meetings over many, many months, someone had, finally, raised their hand and had said something that made sense to me. Suddenly, I wasn’t alone in my thoughts. Suddenly, I was not alone in what I had come to perceive as a very sick and twisted world that I did not have much of a part being in.

This guy called himself No George.

No George was his punk rock name. You usually think of punk rockers as having colored hair, no hair or a mohawk, but No George was a punk with long hair. No George was a walking oxymoron, but he made sense to me.

“God is on the bottom of your foot. God is in your nostrils. God is up your butt, for God’s sake,” he said and I breathed a further sigh of relief.

No George had the whole room in a tizzy. I could see that he was pissing some people off, but, he was making sense to more people. I believe that many of us were sick and tired of having God shoved up our ass. We were tired of being told that God was going to send us to hell for not following the rules and regulations of other men. We were tired of feeling guilty for everything that we did with the alleged eyes of the Lord upon us.

In our hearts and minds, we felt that God probably wasn’t an asshole, but that wasn’t the message that we were getting from the priests and preachers.

According to them, God was out to get us.

That is Chapter 1 of my memoir, “The Delivery Guy,” which chronicles my transition from a drunk, drugged music writer poet rock star wanna be to a sober father sitting in the little league bleachers watching my son grow up, as he ran the bases.

“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!!!”–James Lewis

“I am so glad you were able to put so much in the book and leave it there – knowing you now, it’s hard to believe you held such anger!”–David Snave Evans

“I found the book to be very humorous.”–David Scott Barron

You can buy the book by going to

I Need A Rich Girl

I need a rich girl
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps,
and avoid a job.

I need a pill that will fill me up,
not with envy.
I need a pill that will make me
feel friendly, not want to kill

I need a friend
in these united states of isolation,
where even hell’s angels are afraid
to hitchhike,

where thinking outside the norm
could land you in jail.

I need a reason to go on living,
and I think that my children will do.


We Are The Children

We are the children of the sun
and the stars.

We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.

We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.

We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.

We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.

We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from corporate amerika,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.

We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.

We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.

We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.

We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won’t learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.

We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to



Someday I Will Start The Revolution

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.

Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son’s sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I’ve got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I’ve got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I’ve got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn’t even been put in.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.

Someday, I will start the revolution.


Look At The Bums

Look at the bums,
here another one comes;

last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.

CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man

eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.

Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.

He asks for money for food.

Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?

you and me
we’re living in the land
of opportunity.

Oh no,
I just lost my job.

–Mikel K

“If you love me, baby, give it to me.”–Ru Paul

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