modern age insomnia

I don’t get it too bad
but once in a
while–
say one night in every
90

I am stretched on that
bed
in the 3:30 a.m.
darkness

and I am stretched on that
bed
in the 3:30 a.m.
darkness

and I think:
that
BOMB
is
on the way
NOW

and
I wait
while looking
out the window
at the
tree branches

and
it seems
as if it’s
my
fault
and
in a way
it
is.

that 3:30 a.m.
darkness:
I don’t get it
too often
but
often
enough:

this
practicing
being
blown to shit
without even
knowing
it.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1985
Source
Original manuscript