Dark Crossroad
Dearest, I write these words from the crossroad we made. The sun has set, There are no stars, no moon. In the listless breeze I’m getting ready to leave. With this […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A tome in the tomb
The Librarianrises with visiting sunremembers summerwhen gold beams vacation herewhen skin warms in open fields wearing the years as a cloakyet evergreen to worldly chattelremembers times simpler;joy simmers beneathnever lackluster […]
Uninstalled
Wishing for the right,a princessswiping right,and chatand chatto later meeting IRL,to wine and dineto spend the nightrepeatrepeatrepeat and never ghostrepeatto eggplant peachand later after princess, you, is turned to queenI’ll […]
Oligarchy
Now zap with zingthe zillion flingsthe stupid lazy,much too hazyboozers, junkieslazy monkeys. Expunge the vicethe greed, the licethose suckers leechwith passion preachfor patience, gritno tat for titfor them to share.It’s […]
Safe with me?
It’s cold tonight, the moonlight’s cruelwhile hoarfrost tingle stars are brightin graveyard’s shadows lurk the ghoulsto maim and murder when time’s right.So maiden dear, don’t be a fool;the moonlight’s cruel, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 