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I Can’t Seem To Write

I can’t seem to write
The words aren’t there
The tip of my tongue
World and long renowned
As a quick-draw revolver
And though I’ve got it aimed
There’s no ammunition

I can’t seem to write
The words aren’t there
The back of my mind
A well catalogued library
Is in perpetual disarray
And every book I want to read
Has been loaned out

There’s ten thousand clichés
For what I’m trying to convey
But try as I may and might
I just don’t have the words
I’m stuck in the mud
Spinning my wheels
Running in neutral

I can’t seem to write
The words aren’t there
The tip of my tongue
Is still a well-loaded gun
Holstered beneath a smile
My thoughts itch the trigger
But I know better

My Devil

My devil wears black heels and a short skirt
My devil covets possession and vanity
My devil crouches dark eyed in the jungle

Underneath the moon cut like a sickle
She speaks so firmly of a love so fickle
Whispering into my ear to ease my fear
But her dusty skeletons are always near
Hanging from the closet
And old oak tree

My devil turns promises into thinly veiled lies
My devil spins yarns and weaves a bit too thick
My devil fades as an apparition into the night

It takes a lot of whiskey to make my bed
When all my brains have gone to my head
Just as the sun starts to rise over the pines
And I’m trying to straighten out my spine
It all washes over
Sober and free