escapes erróneos

   la mayonesa queda sentada ahí
   acompañada por nadie,
   hasta que la ahuyentan con
                gritos infernales que la
        llevarían hasta el río
               apestoso si los
         chiquitos no la atraparan
con sus manos de reptiles y sus
             garras insípidas, con sus
           voces chillonas y gritos
        excitados.
               y se torna un juego
         aquello, un juego
                 de cada día, cada
          día por el atardecer.

Count

a shimmer of bright green
surveys the surrounding greys
flirting insanely, erotical
sensual exploitation of minds’
grey grey corners of a corner
as the green fades to this, sensual
new blue of the seas
a mirror white blinds
the insolent eye as it lays
in the steep steep corner
counting the opposite peas
to this steep round bean



copyright L. Mossbrucker 2008

des mots - recipe

         condescending words
swimming in humid cornflakes
     fighting madly to survive
      edge around large rocks
      intent on kicking water
    dodging all helping hands
  sinking in pink cookie dough



a poem I wrote back in 2008..

new..

Hi out there!
Alright, so I'm fairly new to this blogging business, so I don't know how I'll go about it all..
My goal is to publish my poems here, and hopefully for people to read them.
And well, in a few minutes I'll upload the first one, and hopefully it gets some interest. In any case, have a great night! (It's night here, at least..)