It is night
And there are no dreams left.
The front door remains unlocked
Waiting for the visitor who never comes.
I have spent the evening
Listening to Dylan and watching Hans Sachs:
Dirge and the third act of Meistersinger.
I dont want to sleep forever.
Days were lifetime's ocean,
Morning woke fresh with sun's up.
With love out of the window
I devote myself to pain.
Spinoza's biological view
Kickstarted the Enlightenment,
No Heaven; No Hell; No progress in evolution;
We all return to dust.
I remember the Ballachulish ferry
And how we drove round the loch to avoid it.
There is a bridge now
And no escape.
A little cat to outlive me
Sits on me purring.
Will the last person on the planet
Please switch out the light.
Life is so short.
I am sixtythree
And only yesterday I was in love.
Now I wait to die.
Life is meaningless,
All that matters is getting your drink down you.
I have always been true to my true nature
But my true nature is evil.
Douglas Clark /Poems06/
Benjamin Press, 69 Hillcrest Drive, Bath BA2 1HD, UK/