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

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:02:16 +0200

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beg

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 22:36:48 +0200

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

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am not

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:56:02 +0200

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

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scratch

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:20:48 +0100

scratch at you
crawl through me

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were

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:41:06 +0100

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wondering when to run

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 15:04:31 +0100

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.

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 18:55:56 +0100

"help me find what it is to be"

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broken

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:47:56 +0100

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fly me

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:54:49 +0100

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clumsy love

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:57:53 +0100

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

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found

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:30:36 +0100

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

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:34:35 +0100

thoughts of you
in spidery blue
on poor pretend wood

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in your blood

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:32:50 +0100

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

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 18:56:33 +0100

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

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:23:59 +0100

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.

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 18:06:54 +0100

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)

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 01:29:00 +0100

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name

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 23:15:59 +0100

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the right light

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 19:23:17 +0100

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feel good

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 19:21:43 +0100

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