by Christos Polydorou
If you are writing to make money,
don’t misunderstand your friends,
if they find this funny.
Don’t expect any sympathy,
as you sit broodingly in a coffee conglomerate anywhere
in the world, maudlin writing your derivative screenplay
on your expensive laptop
without everybody’s malevolent judgement.
Writing is both private, and writing is such a vast thing,
and it can only get vaster.
Dip your toes in it first?
Run back, run to, take a flying leap, into the flames,
if you honestly wish
some sort of master.
With your burning hands,
on the very nature,