Fog in wig and gown
Muddiest — that leaden headed fog, too thick, groping, pestilent, holds this heaven and earth. Softly tripping on slippery pretence its owlish drawl from padded madhouse, dead in every churchyard, […]
Monthly Archives: October 2017
Gangrene
I dressed my wounds with dirty linen — a faked grin (crimson painted) masks a bleeding heart. Can you sense the scent of gangrene yet? A second offering for Mish […]
The mask of pretending narcissism
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
A dark and stormy night
Dirge of midnight slowly crawls from tiny feet the floorboards creak; the air’s gone stale in moldy halls. from down below a hollow shriek, the night is dark; your future’s […]
Love is not from petals born
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 