My drapes are still closed although the party ended many days ago

The clothes that I wear reek of piss and sweat after my nights of excess

My sad captains have returned to their sharp senses

And have left me here in this room as I have abandoned mine

I live from one fuck dream to the next ignoring the midnight bell

That might have awoken me and with labour improved my shivering hell

 

 

Chris Jacobs (1974) – this was his last known poem 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note

Antony and Cleopatra – Mark Antony speaks about his drinking partners: “Come, let’s have one other gaudy night; call to me all my sad captains; fill our bowls; once more, let’s mock the midnight bell.”