I like what’s giggle-blown – for dVerse
I’d like my words to flutter in the wind like dandelion parachutes giggle-blown in summer evenings I’d like my words to fall like acorns distinctly make impressions in October soil […]
Tag Archives: dVerse
tribute to a bespectacled fortuna -for dVerse
always bullet-proof – that mandatory glass but it’s penetrated by malicious spam from that indigo-shadowed business when this electronic bound allegory rises in cyber attacks from vitiligo fatsos by exercising […]
a cup of coffee and some questions – dialogue poetry for dVerse
“There is a dress-code here” he says,looking at my designer-jeans,and handmade Italian shoes I look at his polyester suit,feeling sweat trickling down my back.I smile and realize – that I […]
what you never said
the pestilence of what you never said the death of all your withered starving words I gather ashes from a scattered sentence – bled I whisper carefully beneath Damocles’ sword […]
moxie ride for a periwinkle dance
in sass and moxie lies a tempting flair a velvet shadow in the burning sun a shore-side light-house, lit to ships ensnare and laughing afterwards you always run your voice […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 