Alexander Clarke



Nameless, you sit,
adjust your worn, circular,
Perhaps Dad did,
watching the track split rumbling trains.

Bench waits for everyone,
Harry can sit.
Tracks weave for trains,
the occident learns.
Chest’s heave to a mirrored sunrise.

-Endless destinations demand Eternal-
Retracting and refracting towards one station,
one mind.
My rusty eyes are the tracks as,
I sit, Nameless.





Alexander Clarke is a qualified philosophy and ethics teacher who predominantly explores Daoist, Buddhist, and absurdist concepts through his works. Influenced by correlational thinking, he uses imagery and dialogue to investigate the interplay between the subjects, such as ‘You’ and ‘I’.  Web site: