Coffee

Coffee

Finally, coffee...

dragged the corpus

to the venue...

sore throat

can't smoke,

but I can sit in 

non-smoking 

and pretend I don't.

They make us smokers

sit outside...can't stand

the stench or the nudge

of death....we all end up

in the same abattoir.

Crazy presidential race

in good o'l USA....never

seen so many pundits
so unsure of themselves,

wires crossed, in short

circuit of their assumptions.

Thank you, Trump for at

least this.

In Mexico the corruption 

flows smoothly, a river of

shit...it won't get that much

better or worse, so...Fiesta!

In Gringolandia, pretention 

to greatness

thwarted by greed and evil,

but, stlll, it's "America First!"

in every coliseum

on every flashing screen.

It was right to protest when

I was still a child...

right now still, 

as an old man.

No, nothing seems 

to have changed.

I lived most of my life on

American runaway train...

in Mexico, I can hear the

screech of too late brakes

at a distance.

So sad that anyone everywhere

ever believed in anything.

Nice coffee.

"Belief in anything is simply a way
of labeling the mystery."  Chogyam Trungpa