Lies and Lye
In greedy flames that licked the rain and sky for verdicts of another night, when dreams repeated pasts when mother’s asking why she’s sentenced and why the preacher screamed of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
False pretenses
When false pretenses fades, and trickery has trickled as morphine in my drip. diluted in my blood — my veins subconsciously submissive; Invading mud, a landslide shades my retina my […]
Nipping at the hard place
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
Yellow zealots
Addicted Brutus: Caesar dying extracting fingernails, gruesome interaction jailer kindle mourners: nurture open pledge: questioning rightness Somber torture: underestimating vices Wet xeroma – yellow zealots! This brought up the number […]
My beating heart
The way the wine you offer me can touch my heart, is that your gaze, your feline smile a spell, or just a spill of foxglove in my wine? Magaly […]
