False pretenses
When false pretenses fades, and trickery has trickled as morphine in my drip. diluted in my blood — my veins subconsciously submissive; Invading mud, a landslide shades my retina my […]
Daily Archives: April 30, 2015
Nipping at the hard place
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 