little worries

i'll scratch some wood
and just for you
i'll drop a consonant or two
and hide a note beneath the leaves
to fill your head with giggles and breeze
a glance and then a nudge
at the time your elbows touched
the still wet wall
and we forgot about them all.

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e vs e

2008-04-14T19:02:16+02:00

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beg

2008-04-05T22:36:48+02:00

it seems like only yesterday
that she was begging me to stay
so very very
far away

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am not

2008-03-31T20:56:02+02:00

between those late hours,
those argumentative minutes,
and those frightened little riots..
this is just something
for someone.

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scratch

2008-03-27T21:20:48+01:00

scratch at you
crawl through me

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were

2008-03-24T21:41:06+01:00

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wondering when to run

2008-03-23T15:04:31+01:00

but your day is almost over, dear,
your day is almost done.
we're just watching for the weather, dear,
wondering when to run

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w.o.

2008-03-14T18:55:56+01:00

"help me find what it is to be"

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broken

2008-02-28T16:47:56+01:00

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fly me

2008-02-26T21:54:49+01:00

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clumsy love

2008-02-23T19:57:53+01:00

you look well,
you hope.
you feel ok,
you say.

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found

2008-01-27T15:30:36+01:00

of course we'll try our best
but it hasn't mattered less
since you wished your hair was red,
and i wished that i could still
fit underneath the bed.

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blue

2008-01-06T00:34:35+01:00

thoughts of you
in spidery blue
on poor pretend wood

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in your blood

2007-12-20T21:32:50+01:00

something in your blood,
or in the way you bleed.
something in your love,
or in the way you leave.

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dipped in ink

2007-12-17T18:56:33+01:00

there are significant tales here,
with fingers dipped in ink
and a cause for you to think
those things we lack,
the time, the space, the reason not to sleep
on through a third day straight.
we'll hear it on the phone,
we'll read it on a wall,
and the music we would play
(if only we could)
would fix it all.

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window in the winter

2007-12-17T00:23:59+01:00

the pepper-flecked hair,
the tiny smoky teeth,
the tracing-paper eyes,
and the filth underneath.

(or the time we disagreed about whether the window would stay open in the winter)

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the bad bits of bedlam.

2007-12-15T18:06:54+01:00

time will never be the problem now
as leaves and hair and remembered things begin to curl,
and your love -
not as brave as it ought,
nor as utter as you thought,
long since seeped into the wax-stained walls..
and the carpet under carpet
there for fear of giving those beneath
something to talk about.

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as far as i can tell (the trouble with trouble)

2007-11-24T01:29:00+01:00

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name

2007-11-18T23:15:59+01:00

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the right light

2007-11-18T19:23:17+01:00

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feel good

2007-11-18T19:21:43+01:00

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