My nest
My nest is rust, it’s sand and dust it’s windblown emptiness, the sage of rheumy eyes. “I’m home again” it’s age of eggs, a yolk turned green. it’s smell, it’s […]
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Of Tylenol and anemic soot
“My truck is the size of a green wheelbarrow full of dead horsepower. I dug it up in the cemetery. ” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise This poem is the […]
Rust and past glories.
Rust eats its past glories. Tomorrow’s warfare fades among butterflies. Dying muscles leaking oil; growing grass caress iron hulls. Forget the burns from ash. Linked to Real toads where we […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – spiders
silent engine only spider’s spinning – consumed by rust Linked to Carpe Diem — October 16, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 