Seamus Whittington Crawford III
Look Some Place Else - Poem by Seamus Whittington Crawford III
Wish the words would
all this shit
in my heart.
Or is it my mind?
Who really cares?
I look out across
and imagine you on your 60th birthday.
Columbus Day, once again.
Would I know what to say then?
'C'mon, ol' lady. Let's go take a shower
and let me soap up your tits.'
Truth is, I don't really write that much
or that often.
Too fucking busy with a life without you.
And most of the time, I have
to remember you.
But, then (it never fails)
I'll hear a song
or read a book
or see a poem
that kicks awake something that still isn't dead
and your face pops into view.
The words of others
that I'm not the only one to have these feelings.
well, I need to stay away from them.
They take me places I don't wanna go.
They take me to you.
Sometimes you gotta chew
to get through
a bad meal.
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