Rush hour
In sheen of polished shoes the rush of feet — pretending purpose in a rush of hurry to commuter trains. Their polyestered hearts have ceased to beat for anything but […]
Category Archives: free verse
Likes as true as buttons
We are relatively well related (as likely-likes-on-Facebook buddies), my cousin’s only one degree of separation, though he moves in better circles close to fashion almost sex-drug-rock-n’-rolling which could have moved […]
Chain me
Chain me — cause soon the beaver moon will spill its silver in my chamber and curse my nightshade eyes with crave and hunger Chain me — cause I can […]
Moccasins
You crave a house; a garden with a stately oak, a library a place to rest. Walls you build with thoughts and windows form from dreams the roof is tiled […]
Opioid eyes
Wretched the poor, the vermin and the parasites, the ruined humans in dilapidated houses clinging to the edge of being wood. In foul existence, and maggot numbers they are carrying […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 