PAINtress
Leisurely, you paint in utmost carewith circling fingertips on tingling skin inducing galvanism of craving,magnetic fields connecting currents fierce enough to yieldcrack my carapace, let firmness melt let soft grow […]
Category Archives: poetry
Low pressure
The tapioca-sky keepsher secrets close to her bosom, she stays silent,plucking her eye-brows, brooding with thunderhead tongue, but when I deal she says“no”, sits speechless and smiles. Is she contentwith a passable pair […]
In the Orphanage
It’s not a viewpoint or a minor political aspectit’s neither left nor rightbeing human when facing their mica-eyes gazing, to give rather than take;it’s not being righteousblaming children, abandonedfor the faults of […]
Evil is present
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
Demise-devotion
October clay-foot darkness walksbehind my shadow darkly,with labored breath, he never talks,he’s hungry, leer is sparkly. He scrapes my skin with finger-twigsleaves me dreamless, barren,nowhere to turn, my end is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 