The soul is all about mushrooms
“Will they be ready with Eclipse in time for the trade-show Mr West” “We have hired the best of the best and they have poured their soul into the machine, […]
Death is death
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
Time is red
Time is red burn-rates building deficits and draining benefits when trains have gone I’m left alone. Seconds counting down my sliding loss in building debts of tasks undone. Time is […]
Hidden Truths
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Copyright Björn Rudberg Hidden truths exposed as lying smoke; sombre syllables of sullen clouds. Once captured as an asset in their balance…
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