Do not judge us by our skin
Mucused green, scabbed with warts repulsive skin, they came in peace. They came to warn us, sent to court we judged them hostile, soil’s decease. Decapitated, staked we lit their […]
Daily Archives: May 16, 2016
Rain away
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
My moon
Yet another Magnetic Poem. Play here.
Björn Rudbergs writings 