Tormenta

Hurricane, grey skies but not much rain.

Off the coast of Acapulco a Cat. 5 coming

at me, but mountains melt the torment as

it leaves the sea. Meanwhile, computer

problems…worse for me than being blown

away. I love the weather but have always

been afraid of what I couldn’t see: electricity.

Not a Luddite anymore…more a primitivo 

worshiping at the throne of technology.

Computers scare me but I need them

like a cowboy needs a gun.

Hey, I used to be intelligent, even…

now….crumbling debris.