Mexican girl coffee shop/I have no money for the good stuff |
This morning I find myself without much but change
I skip the brand names.
Label coffee.
I go on over to the Mexican girl coffeeshop
Where all the girls are pretty. Curly-haired.
Little white aprons....
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 04:06:00 PST |
The day love died on Abraham Lincoln day |
The day love died.
Draped in icy darkness
He wraps himself around her
His lips never touch hers
Fingers slide under sleeves
Sleepy comfort
Dripping water from heater
Snow melts off her boots
Ca...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 09:18:00 PST |
Drummer boi, Drummer boi, you've got sooo much soul. |
Drummer boi, you've got so much soul..
Drummer boi, drummer boi..
you've got so much soul baby
You are like mahogany..
Your timing is perfectly jazzy
Silently
Shadows and light form halos behind...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 04:23:00 PST |
Ode to my Cimo the Durganguense poker player |
Your spelling errors seem irrevocably less significant than
Your swollen pilsen lips&trailing ever so blissfully&
On my seduced ears, submissive skin under your fast fingers..
That flip cards ...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 11:35:00 PST |
Mad turntablin on late night comic book poser hip hopper conventions |
Mad turntablin on late night comic book poser hip hopper conventions
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Ambient afro beats thump against the mad live artis...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:03:00 PST |
I like the way he carefully blew across the steamy coffee cup |
I like the way he carefully blew across the steamy coffee cup then gently took a sip...
I watched in awe as his thirsty lips came apart again...his body sat
guarded
closed
hunched
the solitude was&n...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 08:42:00 PST |
On my way to seduce corporate America or play the gringa game |
On my way to seduce corporate America or play the gringa game
Outside my green tinted grease smeared window
A crumpled up wrinkled trash bag trails along the streets
One house on the street the...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 08:38:00 PST |
For the one who spits forth Europe and cigarettes under golgothic tenements til the cops come |
Who fucked Allen Ginsberg, Kerouac and Cummings in the ass to create such a wicked little verbally pyrotechnical bastard such as yourself?
Under green neon lights, hands that collapse with fort...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 07:31:00 PST |
April is the cruelest month bringing non ex boyfriends from the dead |
These optimistic breezy mornings cause me intense nausea.
Work clothes laid out, bags packed, lunch ready to go and yet
the prevailing desire of him remains.
Mornings like these with my ...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 05:06:00 PST |
Realization of that which truly honestly quite frankly brings me to my knees in seduction |
Im the most sexually attracted to the sociopaths, rebels, murderers, nazis, innovative thinkers, emotional, philosophical sex god pagan dreamer romantics
I expect him to hold a knife to my thro...
Posted by Le Fabuleux Destin De Crystal on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 10:28:00 PST |
