Almost a pity
Hope is such a strange word, it rhymes with elope. That’s apt. But waiting rhymes with hating. Delay and dismay. I pick lint from the collar of my jacket pretending […]
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Why still ambiguous?
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
A handsome man
We walk in wisps of nauseous fumes, in tickling rot of hate: in words, in deeds. We’re destined, weighted with our AK-47:s, and C4-belts. We hate your joy, your music […]
I miss the songs
I miss the music, and the way we laughed before they came, when only wine was red. I miss the innocence with friends, the draught of beer we shared before […]
A smiling man
They said he smiled between the bursts of death a student with a parasol that hid an AK-47. They said he smiled and laughed when tourists ran. Maybe in this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 