Under The Toadstool

Poquito hongos

waiting for the electrician

clean fed and fluffy

it doesn’t get any more paradisiacal

how long will my luck hold out

how long before the winds of karma

sweep me away?

“Achievements are like blades of grass

that fly in the face of death

like straw in the wind” written in a dream.

Mexico is surreal…everyone agrees.

Kill or cure is just not sure here.

Better to be polite and friendly, of course,

everywhere, but especially here;

life on the edge is a hair trigger switchblade.

No one knows what’s going to happen.

We feel better when we think we do.

That’s why we cling to certainty like

 a life preserver…

even when it’s made of lead.