Snake oil cures
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
Tag Archives: poetry
A late night dancing at the bar
If stirred is shaken, wine is dine is thighs in tights a slip of sleight and jazz; and jazz or said as she. Is height unbroken chandeliers! It is mostly […]
Button sighs unsated
A button bold anti- cipated stiff. Streams in stars and silence. It’s important even if a darkly tear of more (or evidence of welcomes). Of broken laps, bones and in […]
For Drusilla
When stirred she howls, vomiting delirium with white foam on her pale poison lips. “Does it matter if you die if you never have been loved?” She giggles as she […]
Is the butterfly to blame?
Can you blame the butterfly for fluttering? For being butterfly? Can you charge it for the hurricanes? In Puerto Rico the butterflies have drowned. In Houston all the pupae have […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 