Poem Over Coffee

Things and I don’t get along.

When I was a plumber, my tools

were simple, big, and industrial 

strength.

My computer…my $1K typewriter…

is so complex I have a strange urge

to see how quickly my fingers can

break it down, a Luddite dream,

no machine should need as much

attention as a baby….unless you’re

trying to get off the planet……oh.