Promises the monsoon bring
Parched — your stumbling sentences are smothered by a senseless sun. In silent sweat we waited for the wind we waited for the water a day when in the coolness […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The poison of another night
My crystal’s filled with sips & butts: Jack Daniel’s nights; and nicotinic songs are colliding in tectonic aftermaths towards the morning afterward. and there, as ashtrays brimming with lip-sticked filter-tips […]
Ode to my briefs
The secretive protector soft cotton — skin the only thing allowed between my manhood and the roughness of my jeans. White as the last heroic snow remaining on the pavement […]
Pictures of a dead harbor
Like dinosaurs,the cranes are dead bones of vacancies for silent shipyards Their silhouettes remain as carrion birds for signatures in clotted blood, for politics and salaries that’s always lower somewhere […]
Cities at night
Cities at night are shining lures, they are tantalizing diamonds resting gently in the hollow of a lady’s throat, a lamp attracting moths, an angel and a whore. Cities at […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 