Mikey VERBOTEN. - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Worker bee. Lover bee. Wanna bee.

My Interests

Ducks. Dark beer. Pizza. Skateboards. Bikes. Horses. Hank Senior. Q. Appalachian culture. Story Telling. History. Art. Beards. Good books. Good theatre. Good lovin'. Stoop life. Stick'n'pokes. Folk music. Museums. Zoos. Aquariums. Baristas.

I'd like to meet:

Jah. Woody Guthrie. Sharks. World War I veterans. Indiana Jones. Romans. Beer. Scrabble.

Music:

Woody Guthrie. George Jones. Hank Williams. Johnny Cash. Faron Young. Jimmie Rodgers. Lefty Frizzel. The Carter Family. Alison Krauss. Gillian Welch. Tex Ritter. Old Crow Medicine Show. Blind Willie McTell. Robert Johnson. Leadbelly. Gus Cannon. Bob Dylan. Pete Seeger. Joan Baez. Peter Tosh. Ken Boothe. Prince Buster. The Skatalites. Jimmy Eat World. Death Cab for Cutie. Lucero. Cory Branan. Saves The Day. The Rentals. Fugazi. Minor Threat. Black Flag. Circle Jerks. GISM. Deathside. WxHxN?. Bones Brigade. Municipal Waste. Against Me!. Defiance, Ohio. Ghost Mice. Amebix. Nausea. Skitsystem. The Toadies. Everclear. Brand New. Cowboy Dynamite. Slayer. Assuck. Napalm Death. Testament. Death Angel. 3 Bad Jacks. Hillbilly Casino.Way too much music.

Movies:

Indiana Jones, pretty much.

Television:

Ren and Stimpy. Rocko's Modern Life. BBC 3 comedy. PBS. Freaks and Geeks. Too much History Channel.

Books:

Many. Flannery O'Conner. F. Scott Fitzgerald. thee Bible.

Heroes:

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My Blog

9 Horses

I counted nine horsesChewing through the yardsThe moon on the ice on the blades of the grassGlittered like broken shards.Ice on their nosesAnd frozen feet between shoes.Like me, they are the wondering...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:35:00 PST

I hate everything I write.

At times the dark is near I thank the stars its time for sleep. Where praying hands once waved goodbye Lying parallel to usher peace. To end me here is to poison this heart To end me there, to ...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 12:31:00 PST

There is a ghost inside this place.

There is a ghost inside this place Where steps contrast night and day Phantoms skimming up and down Shadows stamping where they lay A room remembered once, it's said A girl of youth lay down B...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 02:25:00 PST

New poem.

Those made afraid to say whatever they may strike upon doubt from them every way. That being captious for words finds itself without language at all. (God give me honesty) ...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Tue, 27 Sep 2005 10:42:00 PST

Tear it down.

L.M.C.F..............I give up on poetry, that's the best I can do.
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The ocean found me.

For whatever that's worth. Today I looked over it today and couldn't see so far. That made me nervous and I don't know why. There are many greater things...always....
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Perennial

A bit of blue that follows. Honeysuckle afternoon. The sheet of stars that swallows and stood to watch you bloom. Concrete makes connections that stretch from future and past and looking down that hea...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

crackle in the playback...

-A letter- Sweet little true blue, It's a fine thing that's made for you. A hand that's formed and fired In those of theives and liars. A cache of ancient syntax crackling in the playback... ...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Not neither nor

Not that I have died...but when those eyes shut, I felt life. I have neither lived nor died...can't tell which is worse at this point.
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

perfect day to end the night.

Perfect day to end the night; Final sun rise, you. Come home to me. On opposite. End here. End now. End new. Eyes adjusted to the night; Blind and hazy, she. Shade is... No place to grow. E...
Posted by Mikey VERBOTEN. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST