pause before the counter attack

real damned drag when your legs get
weary and you stumble about    a
moment.
time to select your tombstone,
kid.
or maybe you’ll really piss them off
and go for another
twenty.
you could pick up some new
detractors that way.
but meanwhile, I believe I’ll take a
late spa in the
moonlight.
it’s been a great fight and, I think, a
worthy one.
now I think I’ll follow my bellybutton
down the stairway and into the
yard and into the bubbling
waters.
this thing isn’t over yet, my
friends,
could be, I’m just warming to the
battle
with you, with me, with life, with
death.
I warned you long ago that
I’d be there to disturb your
dreams.
now to the spa as the words
whirl and build,
I have just begun my little
pipsqueaks!

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript