Of carnivores and feeble frills
In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance a demon born from absence and decline of constant confirmations of romance. When kisses were […]
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The emptiness of brine
Digesting the disasters of divorce projected to the whirlwinds in your glass of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass as morsels left of mother’s Sunday […]
The road of life
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
A cross to bear
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
Our highway through the sky
We seek direction and the sky is vast your words are braille and the constellations cut our hemisphere in yours and mine to shut the future out; but as the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 