On the act of gaining hard poops

Sometimes, my thumb gets tied to the inside of a book
while I frantically look about for some sort of a book mark
maybe a fragment of paper that has been subbing as a to do list
maybe a coupon of some sort
ideally one of the "for free" business cards
that I paid $5.98 shipping and handling for
The business cards are neat, and it somehow feels nice
to have my name inside a book
though what I am really after, in life, is having my name
on the outside of books.
I am sure that this will occur. one day, when I get my shit together.

--Mikel K
Aug. 4, 2010

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.

I have like 9,000 blogger.com accounts. I have one for every month of poetry that I have written over the past couple of years. I have one for every memoir that I have written: four at last count. I have one where I keep my glucose readings, food eaten posts, and exercise done listings, and on, and on.

The main reason that I have many of these accounts is so that if my computer crashes, I will have yet another back up of my work. I am real anal about losing my writing. Yet with all these blogger accounts, and with a Facebook account, a My Space account, and even my own website, which I rarely use, these days(it has fallen into disrepair, and is antiquated compared to the me that I have become today.