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the space between

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friday,
after midnight

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his shirt said, "security."

I didn't argue.

xoxo,
gee

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" hey, gee... check it out!
take a picture..." he said.

so
I
did.

xoxo,
gee

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a river of spoon fed lies
( once soothing )
becomes stomach acid
to a bleeding ulcer

weaving the path
of a yo-yo with a twisted string, it
wittingly ties
playful innocence
up in knots...

and
leaves it
carelessly behind.

would an ocean
have the strength to drown out
a hollow voice
leaving a dear john message
inside
a second hand answering machine?

xoxo,
gee


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gee cobain, 2005

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I loved your story. yes, it's really a great story.
it leaves me wanting to be there,
wanting to show up and play my typical fucked up role
(as only I can...) to boldly lift my glass to D., a toast, thanking him for being so mysterious, and for reminding me that there is a silent army of us out there...

we're like the colorful misfit fuzzballs mistakenly woven into a perfect silk tapestry...

blobs of silliness hanging here, dangling there,
with no apparent purpose or reason, yet odd enough to stand out from the backdrop of something beautiful... a strange presence rattling the order of it all, just enough to make the rest of them wonder... enough to bring them to a sigh with relief, feeling so much better about themselves, so happy that they are not us... oh no, not one of us...

us... part of that 'army of the mysterious' who slip in undetected some time before noon and leave beer and 2/3 of a carrot cake...

~ gee cobain, 2003

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one afternoon, on the phone, with -w.

he said:
"...when talking with you, my whole soul relaxes."

later, in an email, from me:
"just wanted to clarify... did you say
'whole soul'
or
'asshole'?"

~ gee cobain, 2003

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back to a window slammed shut
to the outside

apples fly into the blue,
suspended for the moment,
"fly with us..."

"fly..!"

curtains draw in close,
closer,
closer to the end
of a performance worthy
of everlasting applause

"bravo!"

"encore!"
"encore!"

I cry myself
inside out.

he takes a bow,
inside in.

gee cobain, 2005

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