40 lines O dark hundred Sam Adams had the insomnia blues he could not sleep. He stared at the ceiling. That stared back at him With an evil grin Mocking him it seems. His mind plays an endless tape of fears doom, and endless fears As he goes down the proverbial rabbit hole Lost in an endless anxiety feedback freak out loop. The latest dark SF series he saw the latest scary news Political dystopian futures Endless possibilities play out. The latest news of war the latest fears of incipient fascism The latest news about the stock market climate change weather disasters Monster storms and flooding His town burning up around him. What if I have the big Alzheimer’s, or dementia? What if I have Cancer, Covid, Lyme disease, or Monkeypox? What if World War Three breaks out? 4:30 a.m. What if I am at the mall When a mad gunman opens fire? Or a terrorist bomb goes off? Or I am the victim of a random act of violence? 5:15 a.m. What if the zombie apocalypse starts? What if, what if, what if…… 6:30 a.m. Until day-break blasts him awake as the dawning sun fills the room. Ending that night’s insomnia blues. Until the next night’s episode begins at O Dark Hundred. Note: O Dark hundred hours is a military/intel slang phrase that refers to the hours just before dawn between 2 am and 5 am depending on location and time of year, This is when bad things happen in the night, as military and intel special forces wake up for a dawn operation Here and in other of my similar poems and short stories, it refers to when people most often have nightmares around 3 a.m. in the middle of the night or O Dark hundred. this replaces my earlier insomnia blues poems and stories. trying to clean up my portfolio, getting rid of duplicative writing |