You call me love
With icicle hands I clutchyou heartand with venom in my words,I take control;distort your gaze to watch for specksdeform your thoughts away from planksand bend your sense of reasoninto treasonrage […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Sugarcoating
Engraved,in mindthe dire dreamsof dirge and dread, awakeat three AMslick with sweatwith bedsheets coiledaround my legs I realize, alas,that nightmaresreally sugarcoat realitywhere crooning dronesawaitto crack my ribcageand rip my heart […]
Equinox, if only
Returning daylight, nowtoday at vernal equinoxa day victoriousagainst the blindness of the night. Imagine if, also rays of truthcould penetrate the twilightspread by hate. If spring could make it clear […]
The shadow of feathers
Your shadow is more the apparition of a dreamneatly bled from lost syllablesthan the feathers left behind from a hawk’s dinneroutside the station of a metro. Today Sanaa invites is […]
Sail away
Many years ago we decided to follow the same path in the direction laid out by providence. We travel without a map and compass so at every crossroad we wait […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 