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, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
No Cakewalk
Far from a cake-walk, going from seasick sailors to bakers,with a hygienenot keeping pacewith consumer demands,Frasse, Janos and Hildingmade me awarethat birthday cakedropped from the topof my wishlist. With an […]
Tomorrow, Forever
Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises […]
Thankfully you
… and then we danced, without a thoughtembracing a solitude broughtbeneath the empyrean skyall alone and entwined as treesin moonlight and sunshine set freeto survey with sensitive eyesalloy to one, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 