I Know That They Do
by mikel k

Morisson thinks that I'm going somewhere. Morisson always thinks that I'm going somewhere. He has come down the hall from the back room where he was sleeping to check on me, to check up on me, to see what I was doing, to see what I was going to do. And if I was going to do something, he would want to do it with me.

Walk. Ride in the car. Go outside to look at the moon. Go outside to check out a beautiful sunny day. Morisson wants to do it all. With me. Morisson is my dog and he is one loyal dog.

Javi is my other dog. Where Morisson wakes up, when I wake up and turn on a light, Javi stays asleep. Sometimes he opens one eye to see what is going on, but he is not going to get up. Javi does not get excited, for the most part, about walking or riding in the car or looking at the moon or looking at a the sunny day.

Javi gets excited about food.

We have a cat also. His name is Kobain. When I can t sleep and get up and turn the light back on Kobain sort of opens both eyes half way, but like Javi, he is unphased and will not move from where he is at.

Animals are interesting.
Living with animals is fun.
My animals love me,
whether they show it or not.
I know that they do.

Life Among The Humans
by mikel k

It is probably the most brilliant of days ever, here in Atlanta, Georgia this fine, fine Tuesday morning at 10:35am on February 27, 2007. The sun is shining. The temperature is not too hot, not too cold; the temperature is perfect in fact. Birds are chirping. They drown out out the nasty sounds of the leaf blowers and the car stereos that are set to a volume capable of breaking the ear drums of anybody anywhere around the vehicle. I'm glad that you're into Snoop Dogg, pal, but I just woke up, could you turn the Dogg down?

I'm bitching.

I started out saying how blessed I was to be part of and enjoying a beautiful day and then I started to whine about things that piss me off about life among the humans.

I just took the older dog for a walk. Javi is no longer capable of going on the long, fast walks that we used to take. He is riddled with arthritis and he is a tad overweight, to say the least, so we talk short slow walks and I allow him to mostly sniff anything that he wants for as long as he wants and, of course, he pees often.

I guess that Javi, despite his age, is still marking his spots, still trying to retain control of the world around him.

there are angels all around you
by mikel k

on the radio
recently
the scientist said
that there was
no such things
as angels

so
i went to the store
and bought some
figurines

angels

my children are angels
the woman who loves me
is an angel
my friends and family
are angels
my pets are angels

there are angels
all around me
there are angels
all around you.

so
i put the all new ortho bed on the floor
for javi, called him, pointed to it. he laid down
for a bit, but soon found his way back to
his favorite spot in the middle of it all
where he can look out the door and make
sure that everyone inside has to step over
him to get anywhere...

and now
who has come home to roost in the big bed?
King Kobain...

ps
the kids next door are partying down
and the kids outside are yelling and
screaming.

honey, i m home!!

Who Will Win the War?
by mikel k

The Presidential Election is as much of a war as is Iraq.
That said, I'm curious who you are voting for for President.

Hilary?
Rudi?

I betting right now, 11:55 pm on Monday February 19 that
that is who it will boil down to when it all boils down. And I
bet that Rudi beats Hilary and inherits the mess that Bush
created.

Isn't it weird that that footage of JFK that someone found
in their dad's attic stopped just 90 seconds short of the
shooting? Man that man would be a millionaire for having
shot that film.

I m tired.
This is all for now.
Hope you are well.
Peace and Love.
Mikel K

An army of slot machines greet you at the airport when you land in Las Vegas. There is an old Vegas and and new to tour through before pulling the rent a car into the valet. Everyone, so far, in Vegas, is friendly. These people must like their job. They must like the town that they live in.

The hotel is covered in slot machines, also, and so are the many restaurants and bars that are located within the hotel. Instead of saying, "one," the elevator says "casino" where you push the button to get out.

I haven't read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" in a long time, but I'm pretty sure that the vision of Las Vegas that Hunter Thompson brought to us is dead, just like he is. There is an incredible amount of construction work going on in this town. "Thanks for a great 48 years," says a sign outside the ............., as the old hotel waits to be imploded. What will go up there next in it's place, in it's space. It won't be a flower garden, I can assure you that.

At seven am there are people sitting at the tables and facing the slots. The dealers have fresh smiles on their faces, like they've gotten a good night's sleep. Important looking men in dark suits still prowl the floor. A dealer here or there stands at attention at their table, waiting for someone to come along.