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I think my hand fits yours
quite well.
I think your heart fits mine.
Quite disturbing really
how I can't seem to breathe
without you.
I heard a song that was about you
and all the chords they reminded
me of you
and Wilde said honey, my biography
is for you
and we laughed at his stupidity.

You broke every bone in my body
shattered like a glass
and Wilde said honey there
aint no sun without you
and I cried at his audacity.

Round the back of the schoolyard
over the burnt out hills
under the cock strung blues
and into the melody.

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On January 14th, 2006 01:47 am (UTC), chasingwords commented:
As far as I am aware,
(if you have a dictionary)
the meaning of the word
satanic, is ambivilent.
I believe this to be true
more than I believe in God
or any one of his dictators.

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On January 14th, 2006 01:51 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
In science class
we learned how to make you.
I now know your chemical formula,
and the precautions to take.
Always wear gloves and do not
come into close contact.
I stood near you,
kissed you,
burned you
and spat you out.
I'm alive.
But you polluted me.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I have to take a memory,
a perfect stillframe
before the summer steals you.
I'll lock you in my imagination
where all broken things go,
and one day I'll
wrap you up in words
and make of you,
a poem.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
"Nonsense, we don't steal children."
Eighty nine dubious deeds later,
And still they sat together silently
On the patio.
Flowers came up well this year,
Chrysanthemums alright,
Sunflowers huge and inappropriate.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
She licked her fingers
and no more than nothing
she evaporated into steam.
We sucked her up,
trapped her in a teacup,
sent her through our heart
via the blood stream.
Deoxyginated.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:09 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
In twenty years, I said to them,
No business in money.
I shall be instead
A traditional, fitted wooden storage box.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:11 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
A coffin for the man
who died
of sever chill.
Arse, to that.
Hand him a red rose,
he is nothing more
than a cheep flower salesman.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
The last joke I made
Was of the suited employer taking her hand
And leading her into the sunset.
The envelopes are in shreds,
The addresses intact and hidden.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:23 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I can't make any jokes.
People make the mistake
of taking them wrong
and laughing.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:46 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I learned every shaggy dog by heart
I slit my throat to make them laugh.
And every quote, and anecdote,
Until I heard his voice.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:54 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Here we came across two mouths,
One dark and red and fearfully reassuring;
The other, hidden within the first,
Staring through the iron teeth.
"It's only dirt," she told me,
"But I like it."
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On January 14th, 2006 01:56 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
We can hardly sing for laughing.
For some reason, today deciet
is the medicine.
Is my skin really that pale?
Are my eyes really that green?
I thought I saw you whisper
but I know that sound is smoke.
And I did kill that man for his giro
but my biro broke and left you un-bilo-titled.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:03 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Here, I took a pinch of salt
And followed her instructions to the letter.
Sliced it,
Ground it into the air,
Waited for her to inhale and tell me to
Add more, add more.
Never could I refuse her,
Nor put pepper where we were wanting.
I dared, once, to add a different spice,
To see if she'd notice and tell me to stop.
I am going too fast. I am to add more salt.

Stop rapping my knuckles, I told her,
I'm quite capable of helping you myself.

But she went out, and left her cookery book open
On the page that I'd torn out.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Won't you tell her why she is lying
in bundles of peppered rain?
Scattered across the landscape,
Deborah, Deborah, you put yourself in exile.

And we wanted it to be a sort of haven,
somewhere she could hide from kinship;
Hide from most things life threw.
Her heart is the eye of the storm.

He shook the hand of Deborah
and remembered his daughters name.
Maybe Violence is a way of life
Maybe Guns will save us
Maybe peace is the enemy
and Bombs will blow up mountains.

Deborah, you were the eye of the storm
a sort of oxidation.
Come, Bring pleasure to these lips.
Kiss of the heart that born you.

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On January 14th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Out there in the woods,
I met a fox.
He told me, though I couldn't see too well,
That all she glitters is glass
And all our arms are wooden.
When the heavens opened,
I saw him for what he was -
A convict, trapped.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
[ favourite ].


Wipe up every ounce of guilt please,
I have no time for seconds wasted.
You tore up my dairy
and threw it in the fire.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Spring-cleaning last October,
I found a fragment of your shattered mirror,
Dusty and spectacular.
And there you stood, silent and seething,
In the intonation.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
And Orpheus, the blind man,
Stole our fair Eurydice
Pierced on deceit and borne from
Those, with what was without.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:55 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
It's almost nothing.
I picked a flower and thus
it died.
You were a fighter pilot
I think.
You flew above me
and into the sky.
Maybe not.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
We're profound. We are lightbulbs.
We take our twists with Sapphire,
Swallowed down with sixpence shine.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:00 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
We are the sin.
Because we broke him?
I think you should at least
try
to stick him back together.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I loved them like my children,
Green, yellow and purple.
Plastic cubes and elastic,
Still more than any kiss.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:10 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
And I'm begging you.
Make each child a colour.
Take out a crayon
and draw across the papery sky.
Violet for when she cried
Green for her first tooth
and Red for when she died on
the hard cold ice.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Each lie tore across her painted face,
Streaking us both in paint,
Imperfect anecdotes
Always more interesting than insatiable.
She needs you more than she loves you.
I shall paint in tones,
Run the gamut of lovers from
A to B.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I had a box once,
and wrapped up in its
asian finery, it told me
how much I needed her
and how she vauled my words.
I bought a china doll,
to recreate the magic
but her porcelain sits
on dusty sills in the city.
Swipe a finger across my cheek.
It is made of china.
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