Written by Kate Crash
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A new piece by Kate Crash.
The Dragon Man
The dragon man bleached blonde tattooed gong'd out in the smoke of the chains playing with my ninja figurines somewhere lost beneath the tokyo screams neon the underground scene of latex and hungry men and lost girls and twirls of the whip and cracks of the ice in pink drinks that clink to the beats of machine music laughs and falls back shirtless onto the pink leopard shag I left on the broken wooden floor where spikied heels from so many dragon men played loozy before and cracked the storms of their hunger and childhoods with a saw and a slap I am staring at the rainbow dragons on his skinny iggy asian body But he is strong Jaguar Muscley sleek He is staring at a crooked dream projecting in my face that I have no control over I am lost And I don't care I have no where to go So I came here Watch the dragon lady man jump up Tight black jeaned blur in the air The strobes The knots The jerks of his feet Twisted flamenco with his whip the small almost empty dive bar basement in the sky quiets as he shuffles and stomps and wapeesh! Whip boot twirl stomp
whip stomp stomp twirl
Ole! Up up up! I am lost That is why I'm here today Oh wait Who am I today?
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