Spoken word Rockstar, Kate Crash is making an appearance Tuesday March 3 at the Viper Room. Get yer buttocks there by 7:30.Here are three (count'em THREE) new pieces.

doorstep'd groupie kid

Plenty of people worship my father
Even my mother
But not me

On her strange nights on the neighbor and cocaine she sings along to his refrains that drains from the speakers of the stereo slow mo'd by the passing train of her once limo'd days crashed in a haze in some shadow'd daze of the apt in hollywood with 2 kids in school and a boob job and reminiscence of fame
For a man she adores and blames
Who disappeared into every passing flame
Leaving another child and hook melody
On the doorstep of some unsuspecting groupie
And here I am
Hating the man
U all worship and play

Fits of fire.................. to sylvain

I don’t know how to stop loving you
Perhaps it’s easier for you than me
Perhaps you’ll never leave
Ur fits of fire still burning my entity my entirety into hunger for this mist of ur disappeared being

Maybe some day
maybe never but
but in the night the ghost of your body still exhales in my last breath
but our body
our breath still exhales with me my fingers lonely sing
in the lost ticking second somewhere inbetween sleep prayer dream n' reality
I can feel your hands sliding up into me
Over my underwear
Wet with despair
When will we ever be re- paired?

 
the overwelmingness of starting a rebelution a letter to a friend

under and over
Although I wish I had more time I do admit all this attempt to shoot the moon and climb the ladder is very exciting
Feels a bit like the race where our horse is ahead and the shrill and shouting men are waving their dreams in flashing tickets with their well manicured hands and gnashing teeth SWEATING to feel the beat of the new pulse of humanity and r hoping to cash in and be the first in the gates of anything with tingling green and honey to oil their perfectly corruptible machines of greed and boredom and confusion and desires for ownership or maybe partnership of the next new thing scream dream
Jump u!p!
We're winning!
Jump u!P!
let the man dance to our weird poetry and hip pop punk beats!

YAY LIFE IS grand!

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