Another name for friends
You can always get what you want if you’re prepared to break the eggs for omelet or silence pens with lies. Cause sword is might, and wrongs makes right, on […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Faking marterdom
It’s not from gneiss, those rocks but diamonds, gold and emeralds, pretending to be cinder-blocks razor-wired brimstone netherworld. It lends its sheen from bank-notes green, it’s the clogged-up arteries, your […]
Between a rock and a hard place
“Delays, delays.why is everything put on ice?” At 3AM the President’s voice echoed through empty corridors. Face distorted; no longer orange; lighthouse puce. Footsteps rushing behind. ‘Sir, I thought you […]
When days grow longer
When days grow longer moon turns pale And winter fades as sun turns brighter. At dawn the bay is pink with sails. When days grow longer moon turns pale The […]
Me – your tipsy moon
Name your poison: me; dirty elixir and shaken chaser, sour wind or tonic, tipsy moon between your sheets from vesper into dawn. It doesn’t matter cause for me it’s you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 