Caught (again)
Even when he’scookie-jar-red-handed caught lie-entangled, matter-mangled eavesdropped or exposed,his exit from untruthsis never to admit but to lie,deny or shy the facts;blame or bully,shame and smear until nothing that we […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
If we would meet again
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
Morning glory
His hands are dry but in the corner of his eyea lonesome teardrop traps the joyful raysof morning-sun.as the library awakes. From dust to vellum,pressed between the breakfastand his dreams,in […]
Listless
This doldrums,this sluggish seaswaying in monochrome conundrum — breezeless breathlessbeatless. I drift without direction,watch the seamless shift from sea to sky — sleeplessspinelesslistless. I’m weary worn.When suddenly the thunder drum-rollsrocks my boat — recklessrootlessshorelessI’m more alive. […]
Summer’s Darling
It’s June today,so summer’s darlingsmile me miles on sunbeamsstun my softly on your wings;come, darling bloom for me in blueforget what darkness brings and slip me scores of skinso we may […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 