Seamus Whittington Crawford III
Seamus Whittington Crawford III Poems
|1.||Match Burned Out||6/11/2005|
|2.||The Deal I Thought I Wanted||6/11/2005|
|3.||See Your Breath||6/11/2005|
|4.||Watch The Rain||6/11/2005|
|5.||The Perfect Love Song||6/11/2005|
|7.||What I Saw||6/11/2005|
|8.||Close Your Eyes||6/11/2005|
|9.||A Night Like This||6/11/2005|
|10.||Get To Know You Again||6/11/2005|
|11.||Man On A Camel||6/11/2005|
|12.||Look Some Place Else||6/11/2005|
|13.||Tell Her, Mr. Moon||6/11/2005|
Comments about Seamus Whittington Crawford III
Every time I check in with her, she ends up playing taps for me.
Over and over - how many times must I hear it to bury it all?
The body's cold, the funeral's over
here at the Tomb of the Unknown Former Lover.
Cast my pearls before swine
just too many times.
Spent too much of myself to trying to break through.
Too much of precious me
trying to sell her yet again free access to my dementia…
She’s inscrutable, impossible, unobtainable and outta reach.
She’s moved on, walked on and don’t want me around.
Don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna kiss, don’t ...