The World Don't Owe Me Nothing
by Mikel K

It is impossible to write poetry while listening to CNN.


"The World Don't Owe Me Nothing,"
--David Honeyboy Edwards

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles....The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who at his worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
--Teddy Roosevelt

Driving through Downtown Atlanta, early this morning, I saw men carrying their home on their backs, and men pulling their world behind them in luggage containers. For as bad as I think I have it sometimes, I know that my existence is charmed compared to theirs. I am counting my blessings, this morning; yes I am.

The State allows men to kill other men who have killed others. How can a man claim to be a man of God who kills in the name of The State?

I am listening to Nick Drake, while trying to find an agent for my memoir, "The Delivery Guy." My daughter, Scout, just showed up, and Pretty Penny, the dog, was so happy to see her that she pissed all over the floor.

Today I will listen to Vivaldi, and spread a gel about the abode that kills cockroaches dead. I will look for an agent; I will drink coffee; I will pet my dogs on the head. It will be a simple day. I have become, basically, a simple man. Didnt Ronnie Van Zandt write a song about that?

I had a lovely lunch with Love, we spent three thousand dollars on sushi; what about the peasants, yes what about them? One of them had ice, and sodas in a grocery bag, and was walking near the pigeons trying to sell "Cold Soda" for a buck. Very entrepreneurial, but he wasn't making any sales, and will probably find himself sleeping on the sidewalk, again, tonight. What to do; what to do?

Shawtie is visiting, but she is hiding, this morning; she can sometimes be shy! The coffee that I made is most excellent; what a pleasant way to start a day: sipping on such a heavenly concoction! I'm going to go see some friends play music, today. I am truly blessed to be leading the existence that I do, and, hopefully, so are you!

Do you have to have a job to celebrate Labor Day?

We(Atlanta)are going to get 3 to 5 inches of rain between now, and Tuesday. That really sucks for my dogs; because they are going to get screwed out of some dog walks. CNN just made me turn to FOX, because of their extended weather coverage. If I wanted weather coverage, I would turn on The Weather Channel. Let's see what makes me turn away from FOX. I bet it won't take long.

I turned my cable box in because I was a Cable New Junkie, and I have had no tv here at the abode for almost two years, but someone recently showed me how to watch CNN on the internet.(www.justin.tv) Arg!

I guess that for my dogs, and for Shawtie, who is visiting us, variety is the spice of life. Shawtie eats a different brand of dog food than my dogs do, but she keeps eating Dylan's food, which is alright with Dylan, obviously, because he keeps eating Shawtie's food. Morrison is content with his own food, and so are the cats, and turtles.

I am content, this morning. It is a pleasant feeling. I guess you have to age to find peace of mine, or at least I did.