No more playing tricks
Numbed on drugs she gets no kicks fatigued she won’t be playing tricks again on sleazy dudes; on pricks she loathes; on normal men; a mix of jeans and middle-class; […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Daisies
Drunk from spring we wake up early to a smiling dawn sky, periwinkle pearly we’re smiling laughing, giggling, shrieking shrilly drunk in spring when daisies, lilies turn us silly, we […]
Curse my name
The night she flared in fury: flushed with roses rising on her apple cheeks, her perfect periwinkle eyes still stole my heart; and though her cherry-lips could curse me I […]
Ocean love-afair
Dance me darkly ocean-darling, keep me closer, tied to salt — crazed in careless sea-tongues, born to tides, to brine. My mother-sea let me one day — be froth-kept, as […]
Come sorceress
My sorceress, come closer come magic me, come wildly spill your web of spider spells, come feed me cauldron kisses come lend me, please, your midnight madness, come moan, come […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 