Striations carved – trifextra
I’m picking petals carefully to wordless honeyed sighs In exquisite pain you leave striations carved criss-cross on my arching back. Quivering from softest touch feather’s gently tormenting anticipation for when […]
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Remember those – Rondeau for Trifecta
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
Is the devil in the details? – for trifextra
Oh hear my god of small and lesser things to slum and poverty she joy will bring in rain – a corrugated roof that shields and then some ripe tomatoes […]
A ballad of lost words – for trifecta
O can you hear as flowers boo in a sordid smell of sorrow your loneliness, a pesticide of a withering tomorrow O can you feel the blades that cut in […]
The Broccoli beast – Trifextra
With purple fur and orange feet he’s hiding in your bowl of soup. And if you try the food to eat you’ll find it has a taste of poop so […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 