Frustrated Writer

Novelist

He blames the Beatles

wants to be a paperback writer

but the stories don’t suggest

themselves, don’t flow from

some deep well of inspiration.

 

He writes silly poems

on anything that comes to mind

but he loathes rhyme

and eschews abstraction

so they all go unpublished.

 

He works, slave to a desk

forty-four hours each week

and dreams himself a novelist

though his only published work

is on post cards under another name.

David M Pitchford
29 April 2008