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69 Muskegon, MI Man


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  • Ages 18–66
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My Details

Last Online
Dec 15
Native American, Hispanic / Latin, White, Other
5′ 7″ (1.70m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Agnosticism, but not too serious about it
Graduated from high school
Art / Music / Writing
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Has kids
English (Fluently), Spanish (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I am a Tex/Mex/Scotch/Irish/German sort of guy.
You know the type...A mutt.
My taste in music is eclectic in the extreme but
I'm not a fanatic about it.
I play the guitar. mess with a kalimba, harmonica.
Sometimes sing when there's no one about
to complain about the fact that I'm doing so.
I'm an artist, pen and ink and paint on canvas
and paper, poet, former factory rat and fruit picker
of the first order.
I'm a forager of wild plants and mushrooms.
I enjoy gardening, mostly veggies and herbs.
I like hiking and camping.
I like science.
I used to be a Ham radio nerd.
I like building electronics projects from scratch.
But not so much of late, the solar flux is down,
but this seems to be changing as all things do.
I enjoy cooking.
Tex/Mex, Thai, Chinese, Burmese, Indonesian,
French, Italian, Middle Eastern, American Midwestern
I enjoy fishing.
Mostly for salmon and trout.
Did I mention reading?
I enjoy reading. Sci/Fi, Bios, General fiction.
History, cereal boxes. road signs.
Cut my teeth, as it were on Henry Miller.
Enjoyed James Joyce, currently catching up
on Marcel Proust.
Like Bukowski.
I write stuff.
Such as this.

I'm Coming Babe
I was grabbing some crash
when I heard your call
I was asleep at the wheel
dead to it all
I jumped in the shower
and hosed myself proper
I would have taken a bath
but I couldn't find the stopper
I threw on some clothes
jumped into my shoes
didn't bother with underwear
cause I was thinking 'bout you
I ran down the road
looking for my car
thinking to myself
it couldn't have gone far
then I remembered I'd ditched it
down by the bar
I caught a bus on the corner
of hard drive and main
got off at John Henry
I had you on my brain
I ran down the road
screaming your name
I got to your house
banged on your door
the landlady said
stop that yelling you clown
she ain't here anymore
she blew off in a Lincoln
headed towards town

I'm coming babe
I'm coming babe
don't you back out now

I'm coming babe
I'm coming babe
don't you back out now

I'm coming babe
I'm coming babe
don't you back out now

Nuff Said.....
I guess.
No Wait.... Come back!
How about this?

There's a dead chicken
lying in the road
run over by a double tandem truck
feathers whirling in the turbulence
another bird shit out of luck
egged on by curiosity
to see what was on the other side
so it ran out in the road
where it met up with
eighteen wheels of fate
carrying a heavy load
There's a dead chicken
lying in the road
there's a dead chicken
a dead chicken
lying in the road
mixed up with gravel, sand and stone
hardly noticing the cars and flies
a mess of feather, meat and bone
egged on by greener pasture
on the other side the road
a victim of a double tandem truck
carrying a heavy load
there's a dead chicken
lying in the road
there's a chicken
a dead chicken
lying in the road

Or Maybe....

I wanna go out west
I wanna go back to Texas
I wanna go on back
To see my in-laws and my ex's
Feeling down in the mouth
Down in my solar plexus
Wanna go on back
To my old home down in Texas
There's nothing keeping me here any more
I should pack up my bags and head on out the door
It's time to move on
I gotta move on
I wanna leave this place
The weather here's obnoxious
Got my stuff packed up
It's sitting here in boxes
I've gassed up the pickup
Kicked all the tires
My woman's going with me
To quench all my fires
There's nothing keeping me here any more
It's time to pack up my bags
And head on out the door
It's time to move on
I gotta move on

Then there's
A Simple Dressing

Mustard and Mayo were lovers
Oh Lordy how they could love
Swore to be true to each other
Just as true as the stars above
He was her man
But he was doing her wrong

Well Mustard went down to the deli
to get a sammich or three
She said to the fat salami slicer.
Has my loving Mayo been here?
He was her man
But he was doing her wrong.

Well I don't mean to cause you no trouble
And I don't mean to tell you no lies
But I seen you man Mayo with that low brow
Chile Sauce Sue.
He was your man.
But I think he's doing you wrong.
Oh.... never mind....
Pass the hot sauce!

Pause for effect...

I like the smell of wet dust
as a storm moves in
The leaves singing pink noise
Clouds and thunder
Light gone ill tempered
Goose bumps and a sudden chill
A flash of lightning.
And then the rain.

Road Gothic

I took my baby out for a walk
she ended up outlined in chalk
Her throat was cut so she could hardly talk
to tell about it
The papers said I'd cut and run
Killed my baby just for fun
And I'd be hanging from a rope
before the law was done
with me
I didn't do it I swear
but I panicked and I ran
Hot wired my uncle's truck
stole his gun
Brought along a bottle of grandpa's
bottled lightning
thinking it would be
less frightning
to die well oiled
Gassed up the truck and tore out
to the highway invoking all the road gods
that might
give a fuck including Squat
the parking goddess
They caught me at the county line
just when I thought things were going fine
They gave me a speeding ticket and wished
me well
so I went to my own private hell
Knowing I could never go back to

How about this then.

Going Pale

I don't quite know when or where it started with any certainty.
I was one woman short of a wife having given up on the last one.
So on week-ends during the day I would clean up, get dressed
grab myself by the balls and drag my sorry ass to the mall.
And after making the usual circuit to see what there was to see. I would wander into the book store, buy a few things and
head to the coffee shop at the north end of the plaza.
Get myself a cup-a and a doughnut, grab a table and chair.
It was a bit pathetic I guess but what the hell, it got me out of
the apartment.
It felt good sometimes, Surrounded by people of all sorts
shapes and sizes moving about. Fast walkers, slow walkers
toddlers old and young. The chic and the shabby. The hot
and not so hot. The warm and the cold. The fat and the skinny.
Strangers all but that was okay, I was tired of the familiar.
Lost and lonely.
Looking up from my book to eyeball the women as they walked
by. Maybe that was where it started. My memory has started to fail me. Doesn't matter I guess.
At first it happened in those times when I would actually be reading at my cafe table.
I would occasionally catch some sort movement in the corner of my eye that wasn't part of the ebb and flow of people.
When I would turn to face it directly it would disappear.
That was my downfall... I became curious. I was a fish.
I started to go to the mall every day after work during the week and on weekends I was there all day long sitting at a table with my coffee and book, waiting.
After a bit of trial and error I learned to see what was flitting
about in the periphery of my vision.
At first I had trouble tuning it in, I would get these migraine zigzags at the edges of my vision but after a while I could see an iridescent object there.
I keep practicing and one day it snapped into focus.
It was a very small figure of a human female, tiny, slim and bright somewhere between an elf and a faerie. No wings, she didn't need them.
She had a smile as sharp as a chef's kitchen knife.
And as I stared at her from the corner on my eye she flew at me growing larger and larger in my mind, she danced about my psyche around and around and then flew out laughing.
Her sense of joy made me feel very dull and sorry but I couldn't stop wanting to continue. I wanted more. When she was gone I stood up from the table in a fright, resolving to not come back again to the cafe for any reason.
A week later in dreams she found me and in dreams we made
love. She came to me night after night
I have never had sex that good before.
I couldn't stop!
When I wasn't with her in dreams I was dreaming of her.
Awake she was an obsession. I couldn't work. I couldn't think.
She became my life.
I lived to sleep and dream.
She's gone now, left me and I'm getting over her but
something's wrong.
I can't seem to be able to turn the doorknob or see myself in the mirror.

I worry about running out of shit
but every morning there's more.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Working on living forever in one form or the other
and adding words to my OkCupid profile like some
demented bowerbird.
Quack! Quack!
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Making tacos. Greasy, sloppy, juice running down your arm
as you eat them, can't get enough.... tacos.
Beef tacos, lamb tacos, pork tacos, chicken tacos, rabbit
tacos, you name it hopping kangaroo tacos, turtle tacos, I can make tacos.
I can make a Greek taco or a Jewish taco.
A Lebanese taco, a Thai taco.
I can make a taco.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Hell if I know. My shiny pelt?
My Mom and Dad were very proud of me when I was born.
Or so they say.
I was the first one in the family to be born with opposable
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
This would be a long long long long list...
Some of which I have forgotten.
So I can't/won't tell you.
And come to think of it.... It would be boring if we agreed
as to what was cool and what wasn't with respect to art,
food, culture and the like.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Being alive, gravity, air, water, food, fire, a bottle of wine and a fine woman. Not necessarily in that order.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Things that interest me.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
When the weather permits.
Hanging out on the porch.
Grilling and chilling.
Watching the sky go by.
Listening to the tree frogs sing.
The snap and pop of charcoal burning.
Inhaling the smell of Mesquite smoke
mingled with meat burning.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Is that I have things that are private.
If I spoke of what was private to me
how would it be private any more?
You should message me if
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You want to.
Kent hoit.