Keep Art Alive :: Art by Ruth Shively

“We’re wandering in the shade,
and the rustle of fallen leaves,
a bird on the edge of a blade.
Lost now forever,
my love,
in a sweet memory.”

Stealing time
by me

Blood lined bribery
your breath cuts
ice sharp
for those dressed up in heart
sleeves
and memorized
alibis

This car crash character
study
quickens your pulse
as the director wags
his finger
calling for the final
take

We wear our very best regret
around the collar
confessing around
the water cooler
Witch hunts
in the early Monday
mornings

These words make static
on each hostage taped
mouth
put the money in unmarked
bags
and run
run like Hell

Sirens wail
as the earth spins
to this dance of
fallen bodies
giving birth
to all this
dying

As
we
all
fall
down

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