Death is death
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
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The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
Time is red
Time is red burn-rates building deficits and draining benefits when trains have gone I’m left alone. Seconds counting down my sliding loss in building debts of tasks undone. Time is […]
Hidden Truths
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Copyright Björn Rudberg Hidden truths exposed as lying smoke; sombre syllables of sullen clouds. Once captured as an asset in their balance…
Why-twelve?
Under cover of the night, in soldiered secrecy — a fence was raised Manhattan placed in Tennessee, farmland woods transformed to labs and factories. ex-ten, why-twelve: the defense. Separating two-three-five […]
