Occupational Hazards

Discovered `I lost my visa today…

a car crashed in front of me while

I was sitting on the steps of the

coffee house…no driver…one

wheel on the side walk….

I destroyed a computer

by spilling a drink. That’s three.

Maybe I’m at the end of a rope…

I don’t envision much more slack.

It’s been a good run…nine years

in Tepoztlan without major trauma,

lots of writing done to the point I

could consider myself a writer…

just taking stock before the next

glitch in the Matrix.

Maybe the agents are after me…

agents of old age, agents of

decrepitude. My body was a corvette,

and, I drove it hard…I’m hard on 

machines. ’S’bout time for things

to start falling off.

I try to be more careful, watch every

step.  For good or ill, I can’t stem my

slapstick nature, even when it’s no joke.

I’ve been so lucky…fell out of trees like

ripe fruit when I was a kid…only once 

a concussion. Maybe now the joke’s 

on me. Not sure how to end this poem…

maybe circumstances will do it for me.