Tethered to its gaze
Beneath the canopies we’re tethered to an unblinking gazetorn in fear by lidless eyes,where there is fun and gamesfor some to bleed from teethforest-fear of retracted clawssnakes, disease beneathwith leeches, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
monocrome
…in a state of waiting i could not care if anything i did would mean a thing, unobserved the sky, the trees and wind carried on on living while i […]
Until it’s time…
Afterwards in the temporary morguethe corpses whispered putrid storiesto the twilit void they once called home.They repeat the revolutionary versessang to a riot-geared audience, theirbutchers with cattle-prod arms. Theywhisper of […]
No plows this year
Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, […]
Gazed
Beneath her bangsthat sultry gazeenkindlesin my flesh and minddesire, lust and lossof plansexcept to falldevoted on my knees,beggingbeggingher to tethertightly meor forever set mefree to seekmy fortune inforgetfulness alone Today […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 