CONJURE THE MUSE

muse don't like
no quitter    
baby -- no --    
she likes ink and angst and sweat    
likes stupid words and paper wadded,  
spilling out the can  
likes to see her bitches work  
looking for words they can't find  
and finding all the wrong ones  
and thinking goddamn i ain't no writer, i ain't no poet  
yet there you sit typing  
walking that lonely road  
and wishing you were smarter and better and had more talent  
and damn, mama,  what the fuck am i doing  
wasting my time pretending i'm something i'm not  
and then finally she come  
easy  
like an angel on your shoulder blessing you with something good  
something what writes itself  
and jumps off that fucking page  
and slaps you right across your stupid joyful genius face  
and goddamn you know it's good  
but god knows you had to work for it