Cat comes in with blue paint on the back of his neck.
Very pleased with himself.
He has only been gone half an hour.
Day spent at seaside.
Icecreams and Bass beer.
Lovely cooling breeze.
All the seagulls have come to Bath
For the Three Tenors Concert tomorrow night
In front of Royal Crescent.
I have my free ticket..
Will be drinking in Charles Dickens old pub
The Marlborough Tavern before.
Openair swimming pool on top of the New Spa
For seagulls delight.
Not open yet, two years late.
Cat heads out catflap.
Too hot for me to try to sleep.
Been watching Luchino Visconti bio
On TV last two nights.
My researched family background
Drains me of writing the poems I used to.
Visconti sketched his personal myth.
I have none now.
Must give up poetry.
The tilde is cracked on Google.
And the tenth datacenter has opened
In Dublin.
Pity my website is doing so badly.
No help for it.
The glory days are over.
Another cup of coffee!
Wasnt Dylan's last album dreadful.
Primitive is the key to poetry and music.
I think that's enough.
Douglas Clark. Midnight. 6 August. Bath.
Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
Lynx: Poetry from Bath ......
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