Corpse attraction
I fear my dearyou wouldn’t carethe leastif you could scareme stiff with beastsyou breedwith ghosts you hostwith veins, you bleedand flesh you roast.My dear — I fear you notmy daemon […]
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Is this for real?
A rain of missiles from abovemorning kamikaze droneshurled at playgrounds,bicycle paths in the morning rush,on residential houseson anything resembling normalto cause fear,to terrorize the sleep-deprivedhunkering again in subway stations.This should […]
My sourdough’s name
I haven’t named my sourdoughit would be an omen,to bring you bread unleavened,faint and flat just like the friendyou hold too dearwho brings you sorrow in betrayal,the sourdoughyou love too […]
Summer, my darling
Summer defeated by frostsulking she left, carried by geesesouthbound leaving for autumnsucculent grapes on the vines, Leaves wrought by wind from the treesleisurely falling. my facelends a cushion briefly beforeleaf […]
Passion in present
I can’t turn my backto corrosive corruption,to kickback consumption of peyote and weedto the pertinent perks of pussy and paintto booze consumed in betrayal of back alley yearninglicking the lashes […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 