Ode to my jeans
You are two in one hugging buttocks crotch and thighs they are soft as grass burn thin as paper worn at rain in sun at night carrying the memories from […]
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Ode to my briefs
The secretive protector soft cotton — skin the only thing allowed between my manhood and the roughness of my jeans. White as the last heroic snow remaining on the pavement […]
Ode to the Calander – for dVerse
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
Ode to a pen – for dVerse
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 