Night-thirst
The only tune that’s played tonightwhere darkness deeply neststhis bloodlust rushing in my veins,this thirst! I cannot rest.I walk the passage to your roommy footfalls hungry, hushedas perished roses left […]
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Withered Safe
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
After and before are words
After all our warsthe blood-lust carnage, after pilfering and rapes.after burning bookswhen all is silent, slowing under sullen skies;after every word has bled and turned to ash,where bread is bonesand wine is bloodthe […]
The comfort of darkness
The aged librarian finds in pre-dawn a comfort of calm,still unblemished by the quarrel from books;not tainted by syllables bleeding from paper-cut scars.he might love them like children, but also a father […]
A kind of blue
The canvas is a drab, cumulonimbus grey, a kind of blue, silver lined in muted brasswe slowly slide, betweenthe amber bassand lime-green wisps on skins.let ourselves be caught in the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 