Dec 5
Today I am a Writer (yesterday I wasn’t)
Afterwards: The road continues to windIs this the clutter of a writer or a lazy fraud?
A dirty plate, half a desiccated chili and flecks of yellow rice on board
A letter left unsent, one dice, a baby’s hat, a biro, delicately gnawed
Three light bulbs yet to blow, a bull dog clip, some frayed and useless chord
The mess of someone trying to be inspired?
Props left to rot and grow before they are retired?
Perhaps Evidence of tens of tardy tasks forgot
But the sophisticated backdrop of a writer? Definitely not.






