When days grow longer
When days grow longer moon turns pale And winter fades as sun turns brighter. At dawn the bay is pink with sails. When days grow longer moon turns pale The […]
Category Archives: triolet
Hollowness of restless nights
My heart beats less than darkly sung with hollowness of restless nights and whisper with a senseless tongue: My heart beats less than darkly sung as trapped in hail with […]
Past is present
When past is present in your cards and crystals tell of damaged deeds your future’s read in mirror-shards as past is present in your cards You need a rope of […]
I hate the grubs in lobster soup – for dVerse
I hate disgusting lobster soup fermented stew of broccoli my mouth is filled with glue and poop I hate disgusting lobster soup and theme-parks in monopoly the tainted tinge of […]
cordite hardened
we’re hardened by this cordite smell as perfumes of the roses wilt from burials a constant knell we’re hardened by this cordite smell when driving on this road to hell […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 