Conformance
Whispered you, my fertile spit spearhead in the dead of night, you’re Cthulhu tongued, tied to ember sighs; yet my fingers seek the avocado of your flesh. We’ve built this […]
Category Archives: free verse
What lawmakers lack
Today I befriended a cloud; we sat by the sea and discussed what lawmakers lack: the distress you can see as ash in their eyes. The cloud told me of […]
The weight of their waiting
While Death is lipsticked to bones, her sister the Night lament to the stars: “I’m here for your waiting as my back is closer to breaking, drying your tears from […]
Investment partner
I need an investment partner, a gardener of bucks, deceptive man of shadows, fraud. I need your greed, your willingness to cheat, accepting open bodies, guts on desert sand. I […]
Scapegoat
From somewhere, murmurations, secrets spilled as arson, from lips unsealed to ears synapsed decoded into half-lies. Spreading dread and raging through undergrowth, a backdraft pestilence of hate, turned conclusions, of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 