Waiting in vain
Neither nor the chores of life or gore of rack and knife; we’re never blessed with rest or dreamless sleep, we’re neither well nor sick. We walk in circles, talk […]
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Willing to wilt
Not easy to fit the rhythm of bits it tilts into pieces; no wit or reason is lit it wilts like flowers in grit are lost without shit in guilt. […]
Gentle Breeze
To April — singing of blackbirds clinging to trees In dawn still stinging from frost and bringing the breeze the scents that’s slinging blooms into ringing for peace. Then gently […]
Narcissus, not tattooed
Narcissus’ Nemesis is his mar- bled skin — as stretched across his impeccable six- pack abdomen, softly chiseled, rock-hard, but alas too perfect cause on Instagram such precision is merely […]
Underneath a helpless sky
Raise me with laughter of April daffodil-bells; lead me waist-deep in that perfume of sunshine-symphonies, turn me sapling-wild and kiss me savage on the opened soil of spring; where we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 