Tepid gravy
Hiss and chunk-chunk bellows working hesitant with oxygen in plastic tubes Inhale skin to skin with latex-gloves between, Exhale. Inhale-exhale, LED-displayed I see the needle’s eye. Spoon by spoon potatoes […]
Tag Archives: death
Ancient honors slipping
With pigtails, rosy cheeks they praise an ancient freedom, silent beauty of our northern lands summer meadows, sun and skies. But when with rose-bud lips they praise our honored name […]
a shipwrecked waterway
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
The trail you lost
Spit(e) and ashes — words. A pull of liquid fire flows as worms inside my veins I’m a cuddling want, a wishful night, a silky corpse. I’m the black prose […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 