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POETRY

COLLECTING ASHES

my friends are dying and I never look as good as I want

I'm wasting my time on the insignificant

I'm so exhausted I can't think straight or much

August always hits me like a pick up truck

 

I remember there weren't even flowers on his grave

just gun shots in the air to mark that final day

if he were still alive what would he say?

his last words were "you'll make it through ok"

 

out onto that crazy lost august night I was thrown

from my mothers screams into the world's stumbling arms

my father laughing with his drink and swearing at the sun

for not being there to shine on his final good thought

 

I get so tied up in my dreams I often forget to live

and then, I do, but all in one great, wild and free explosion

and people watching think I burn the brightest

but they don't see me most of the time - I'm collecting ashes

 

what is a way to sum up the wonder and the chaos?

that uncertainty - rat gnawing on the rope I tossed

to linger on this planet and keep me locked

into survival because the only other option is giving up

 

 

SUGAR THRILLS

I want thrills

the junior high thrills of sneaking out high on sugar and pills

climbing down my daddy's tree

running out into the world he couldn't keep from me

kissing boys and smoking in parks in the dark

unravelling the secrets of a girlhood lost

daring myself to die then running home to hide

from all the danger I let escape from deep inside

sweat on my skin

naked under my covers

reenacting those reckless adventures

and all those strangers

who touched my hair

and gave me a sip

and tried to get

inside

where I'd smile and laugh if they came too close

where I'd sometimes let them grope

at my neck or tug at my skirt

but the ones I really wanted

that never noticed

are the ones I'd think about most

under the covers

covered in flowers

my dad's bad taste picked out

and I'd fall into explosions

thinking about all the things I'd like to try

if I could just let myself fly

 

FOR THOSE LEFT IN THE NIGHT

I was on the side of a mountain when I found out she had cancer

Death never should be but always is the final answer

When the finger will point at you we all wonder

Each day we must smile through what we suffer

Less we lose all our moments and go under

& wish we had remembered to not collapse from hunger

For something we could only give ourselves

Peace of mind

Peace in this life

A good solid try

A little light

For those left (lost) in the night

 

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Kate Crash is a Los Angeles-based songwriter, record producer, filmmaker, entertainer, writer & multimedia artist. 

For More Info On Kate Crash's Art, Music, & Films www.crashtrax.com

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