The Delivery Guy is a short burst of the intense life of Atlanta music writer and poet Mikel K. K covered the bands for... More > years and then started one, The Mikel K Band. Fistfights with famous frontmen, ejections from clubs and entrances into jail cells and mental institutions are all blatantly discussed in this intense book. K makes no apologies. K blames no one for the dire straights that his sex and drugs and rock n roll life style delivered him into. The Delivery Guy is profane. This book is not for the fainthearted. See a man transformed from one with lust for the cover of The Rolling Stone to a man happy to sit in the bleachers at kid ball and watch his son run around the bases. The beginning and the middle of this book are ugly, gruesome nearly, but there is a happy ending. The Delivery Guy delivers. This book will not bore you. It will scare you. It will make you scream. It will make you laugh and shout. < Less

They shot Bob Marley outside The Dakota the day that John Lennon rose from the dead.

Jimi Hendrix sat at the head of the... More > table while Jim Morrison read the prayer.

Mikel K was once dubbed, "The Poet Laureate of Urban Decay," by someone who ought to know. K has written as the ultimate free-lancer, briefly, for the biggest paper in the Southeast, but was, at the time, more interested in wandering around bars with napkins and a pen in his hand, way too often winding up in jail cells wondering what, and or who had hit him the night before. Then, one day,he woke up, a dad and the game plan of being a Poet Rockstar completely changed. Follow K on his long, strange trip. This man should be dead, but he's not and he shares his secrets to life with you in his poetry.

When they finished the final supper, Janis Joplin began to sing. Kurt Cobain started to cry, while he walked on water. Charles Bukowski looked up from a game of poker that he was playing with angels, lit his cigar and smiled. < Less

Mikel K doesn’t pretend to be a guru or a scholar, but profundity and reason often kick from his poems whether he likes it... More > or not. He delivers priceless lines rather than overwrought pieces; he’ll burp and say, “I’m an alien on this planet and I want to scream, damn it,” rather than wax Steinian about a rose being a rose being a rose. In this modern era of snubbing domesticity, Mikel boasts about home life, parenthood, and reformation from intoxicated adventure. His work can climb from scatological to ultra-sensitive: “Love can make it. Smile at a stranger. Be nice because.” A smile can erase the grizzly mood; post-relationship idealization is bypassed for the sincere query: “Does she miss fucking me?”

--David Herrle(www.subtletea.com) < Less

Desperate alcoholics gather,
near a street corner,
waiting,
with their hands out;
they've found a sympathetic
store owner,... More > and they gather
like trout do at that place in
the river where you can buy
food to throw to the fish.

Unevenly,
the unshaven men look at you,
as you pass them by, sizing you up;
what can they take you for? < Less

Social poems from the hot summer of 2008 by Mikel K, "The Poet Laureate of Urban Decay." I'm a fairly unsocial person.
I... More > don't go to bars, drink a lot,
and get thrown out on my ass
by the doormen < Less

They shot Bob Marley outside The Dakota the day that John Lennon rose from the dead.

Jimi Hendrix sat at the head of the... More > table while Jim Morrison read the prayer.

Mikel K was once dubbed, "The Poet Laureate of Urban Decay," by someone who ought to know. K has written as the ultimate free-lancer, briefly, for the biggest paper in the Southeast, but was, at the time, more interested in wandering around bars with napkins and a pen in his hand, way too often winding up in jail cells wondering what, and or who had hit him the night before. Then, one day,he woke up, a dad and the game plan of being a Poet Rockstar completely changed. Follow K on his long, strange trip. This man should be dead, but he's not and he shares his secrets to life with you in his poetry.

When they finished the final supper, Janis Joplin began to sing. Kurt Cobain started to cry, while he walked on water. Charles Bukowski looked up from a game of poker that he was playing with angels, lit his cigar and smiled. < Less

The Delivery Guy is a short burst of the intense life of Atlanta music writer and poet Mikel K. K covered the bands for... More > years and then started one, The Mikel K Band. Fistfights with famous frontmen, ejections from clubs and entrances into jail cells and mental institutions are all blatantly discussed in this intense book. K makes no apologies. K blames no one for the dire straights that his sex and drugs and rock n roll life style delivered him into. The Delivery Guy is profane. This book is not for the fainthearted. See a man transformed from one with lust for the cover of The Rolling Stone to a man happy to sit in the bleachers at kid ball and watch his son run around the bases. The beginning and the middle of this book are ugly, gruesome nearly, but there is a happy ending. The Delivery Guy delivers. This book will not bore you. It will scare you. It will make you scream. It will make you laugh and shout. < Less

These poems were written by Mikel K, while he was living in Atlanta in July of the year 2008. Though
it was hot outside, the... More > poems reflect a cool that
has not been seen in American poetry ever before.
Forget about Whitman, Frost and Bukowski.

K is the way. < Less

Ceremonial passages from the blender of life. K Poems from January of 2008.We danced together,
for the first time, last... More > night,
amongst a group of people
who we didn't know,
and who we will never see again. < Less

These poems were written in February 2008, during a period where Mikel K was writing about 300 poems a month. His mood... More > through most of them is optimistic, though you can see the usual slightly
untrusting eye of K at work in this work. Who does
K not trust? It is not you. It is not eye. You must buy the book to find out. < Less