The Writer: A Case Study

There is a subject not found in books
It cannot be taught in silly schools
It shouldn’t be placed or given awards
The subject is alive
But feels absolutely nothing
So is he?

The Subject wakes up at 7 am
He lives in a small house west of the city
He is 31 years old.

His morning ritual starts off with a fake smile
To his neighbor
As he grabs the morning paper
He has his usual
Two eggs, two strips of bacon, and two slices
Of rye
Grape jelly is the surprise today.

He goes for a run
It is beautiful out, but he won’t notice that
He returns and forgets to shave
He puts on his favorite suit and tie
He looks at the mirror, but not into it
He was once a boy

The subject was young, foolish and in love
He was a sunflower and sponge
A bird with its head in the sand

He goes to his favorite café
He orders his favorite cup of tea
He takes out his favorite typewriter
And his second favorite pen
He bleeds

There was a time when words were hard to extract
And pages to were rough to touch
His mind was clouded with silly thoughts
Thoughts of sex and friends and whisky to tongues

There is no time for distraction
This is his masterpiece
His American novel his Two-thousand one
There will be no bathroom breaks
And writers block will cease
A beautiful day indeed

There was a time for self-restoration
When he was thrilled and dumb
But he traded magic for fact
His only battle is of two armies
An army of intelligence and an army of emotions

He punches his last few keys
The final bit is beautiful
A sentence of bliss
He sets his papers down
It is done

The subject is still
He closes his eyes
It was a masterpiece
That is the most simple to say

He fixes his hair
And looks into the mirror
He opens his box
He grabs his favorite pistol
He puts it to his temple

‘It is a masterpiece’ said the writer,
‘A beautiful life, full of beautiful material’