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?


See, you and me

we’re living in the land

of opportunity.


Oh no,

I just lost my job.





Can you get a Motorhead t-shirt at CVS?


It’s like hearing John Lennon or The Stones in the grocery store…FSU just beat Wake Forest 91-71 in hoops.

White policemen are mad at her to for

wearing what they say were Black Panther outfits.

People used to almost say this
about me, but thankfully they
don’t anymore:

“It’s been literally impossible to communicate with him
on a rational basis or in a rational manner.”

Speaking of lousy communication.

Chris Christie just said that
no one knows what is going
to happen tonight. Well, what
is going to happen is that
Christie is not going to win tonight
and will never be president
of this country.

I’m drinking a coke zero and eating cashews from a can.





I got it made


I got a slab of ribs cooking

at three hundred in the oven.

I got a whole chicken waiting

in the wings.

I got cashews.

I got bread and bologna.

There is half a tank of gas

in the old beat up car

that I drive.

I just drank a milk.

I’ve got it made.





Freedom Was A Whore


Freedom was a whore.

I abused her.

I misused her.

I confused her

with something else.

I neglected her.

I bet that she would

be there for me

for forever.

Freedom just walked away.


Who is crazy?


Besides you and me?

Some guy, wearing a cowboy hat
and a beard, who is some higher up
in the Trump campaign, just said that
poor people have it made; that they
were richer than the rich a hundred
years ago. I don’t have it made and

neither does he. Nobody does.

We all have our crosses to bear.


And So We Fell In Love


And so we fell in love.
And now we fall out of
Is this the only love
I will ever know?
I am just a pained beast
With tears in my eyes
Screaming out at what
I don’t know.



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.


Poetry by Mikel K has appeared in: Subtle Tea, Dead Snakes,

Hey Rubes, Poeticus,  drown in my own fears, poetic diversity, Zygote In My Coffee, The Blue Lake Review, Swimming With Elephants, Ceremony,Visceral Uterus, High Coupe, Fragrance Poetry Magazine, The Piker Press, Vox Poetica, Napalm and Novocaine, Ceremony, The Georgia Review, The Reeve Report, Lowlife Magazine, The Political Dogma, World Wide Hippies.com, Open Salon, and Beagle Bugle. He was a music columnist for a number of years, covering the Atlanta music scene and worked as a freelancer for The Atlanta Journal Constitution.


You can buy a book by K at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet