Afflicted

 
every now and again it happens  
when a thought bubble  
becomes a solid sphere of inspiration  
a circular muse with a lasting gravitational effect  
   
i'm speaking of a poem...the kind of poem  
that can sit upon the psyche  
all day..all night..for weeks    
superimposed over every waking thought  
a persistent undercurrent to emotional pinings    
a poem that has a contradictory personality  
selfish yet liberal  
   
allowing you to fuck with other poems on the side  
as some sort of sarcastic reprieve  
confident in the fact that she's your main bitch  
the bitch you have to come back home to every night  
cuz she ain't done with you just yet  
and you will freely spill that ink    
until she is satisfied..not the other way around  
..  
cuz there ain't none like her  
she has a particular mood swing  
a unique mixture of verbiage  
outstanding in every sense  
in every tense...past present or future  
   
and she can be a merciless poem  
stepping on your achilles heels just for fun  
cuz she knows how much of a word junkie you are  
she will leave you stuck on a stanza for days  
writing in poetic quicksand  
waiting in smug patience for you  
to get over yourself and submit to her  
   
cuz no matter how persistent you are  
no matter how long you dry hump that stanza  
she will not let you shove words that don't fit inside her  
save that shit for them thot poems    
you like to smut out  
...  
she knows her worth  
and knows you are better than that  
knows how to keep you inspired    
through mental erections and emotional swellings    
..  
and when her purpose is fulfilled  
she'll be with you forever  
occupying her own space in your time    
you'll always remember    
where you were when you wrote her  
remember how much you slaved over her  
scribed..scribbled...and scribed  
toiling through the process..  
and every time you go back to read her  
she'll be reading you  
mocking you in the aftermath  
   
all you can do is acknowledge  
with a wry smile perhaps  
how she used you like a vessel  
made you her concubine for the moment  
and you'll be ok with that  
realizing in the grand scheme of things  
she was just serving as your karma    
coming home to roost