tired in the afterdusk, by Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

tired in the afterdusk

smoking a cigarette and noting a mosquito who has

flattened out against the wall and

died

as organ music from centuries back plays through

my black radio

as downstairs my wife watches a rented video on

the VCR.

this is the space between spaces, this is when the

ever-war relents for just a moment, this is when

you consider the inconsiderate years:

the fight has been wearing... but, at times,

interesting, such as

resting quietly here in the

afterdusk as the sound of the centuries run

through my body...

this

old dog

resting in the shade

peaceful

but ready.

#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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