Kindling firework
Desires kindle fire as ember fingers braille and brand our skin We dagger night with poems flesh on flesh and flesh in flesh — we make firework. Angie gave us […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Moccasins
You crave a house; a garden with a stately oak, a library a place to rest. Walls you build with thoughts and windows form from dreams the roof is tiled […]
Opioid eyes
Wretched the poor, the vermin and the parasites, the ruined humans in dilapidated houses clinging to the edge of being wood. In foul existence, and maggot numbers they are carrying […]
Love is not from petals born
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
The world is flat
Awhaped and betrumped we’re stumped for words; as war & fury can be waged in only hundred forty letters Cause when quacksalver and coney-catch can match the facts of science […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 