Tom Dylan

Prophets and Losses

Prophets and Losses

 

I decided to take a year for my writing,

and went to the bank

 to ask for a loan.

If I didn\'t have the stress of work

I could devote myself to my writing.

 

I hoped that by the end of the twelve months

I would have something I could publish,

a novel, a collection of short stories.

enough poems for a volume.

 

I was shown through to the bank manager\'s office

and told to take a seat.

As he glared at me, I detailed my plan,

for pouring my soul into my writing

to get it all down and out of my system

and then to attempt publishing.

 

What\'s your estimated turn-over for year one?

He asked, peering at me over his glasses.

About two hundred and fifty. I replied, proudly.

Is that pounds or Dollars?

Pages. I said.

 

No, you\'re misunderstanding. What\'s your margin? he asked.

It\'s a narrow column that runs down the side of the page.

I said.

 

It was at that point I was thrown out of the bank.