Kendall A. Bell - Poet, Curmudgeon.

k.b.'s poem of the week

Again, she leaves me staring at a screen (6/2008)

There are too many poems
about how muses are fickle.
Today, I call her stubborn bitch
after leaving me without a single
idea worth putting into a poem.

I could go to the garage
and get the axe
to split her fucking head in half,
killing her for good.
She would deserve it for the
rejection letter I received this week.
I'm sick of her making me look bad.

I think she enjoys seeing me suffer
as she stands in the back corner of
the office, hiding by the cd racks.
She has that half grin on her face,
where her mouth gets long and raises
on the right and her one fucking
eyebrow arches.

How I hate that bitch.

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