Steak And Eggs

Axitla

restaurant surrounded by

gorgeous jungle.

Omar knows what I want.

It never comes out perfect,

like life, but close enough.

Sound of rainy season river.

Town filed on Sunday with

Mexican tourists.

The bus stops here.

The buck stops here.

Fear of death gone or away.

All you stock brokers 

with your money 

can't touch this.

This is your longing, your

craving that drives you

down endless treadmill.

"Oh, how tired we are of 

hearing it...leave us alone!

For one day we'll get to the

Hamptons, throw a big party

and everyone will see!"

Like Gatsby? The Golden Myth

of success and privilege?

Better hurry. The species with

all its big brains is self destructing...

don't say I didn't warn you. Sorry if

it's all I have to say, but, you

understand.

Right now under trees and 

bougainvillea, awaiting steak 

and eggs on what might as well 

could be the last day of earth.

Every  day is special, which only

old people tend to know, and the

ones that really know what's

going on...not you or me.

It's a small world.

It won't be missed.

The universe has better things

to do.

Ah, steak and eggs...

almost perfect.