Shay Ruth

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

If you are empty

Run faster then the movement

For smiling organs may only be found tucked

Can you sweep these walls away?

It isn’t quite right

A definitive chill visits

Unwelcomed, just as the pierce

Tripping my feet

Lids flutter into a new kind of reality,

I think white canvas surround me

Awaiting bloodstained questions

Patience isn’t among them, they bleed first

Who are you to tease?

You haunt me in my day

You appear among fog

As light as the whispers that dance

Visible only above compact shadows

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

SCREAM

scream
like steam, steam

(EEEEEEE)

it could be the day, for

once I do the thing

wrong thing, mess every-thing

for no-thing could be the right

thing

(AAAAAA)

like you knew, like you could

expand into blood, popping

temperature

but you hide, but you do-not (n’t)

sing, you do-no-thing

(OOOOO)

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

The Brother and The Bee

He’ll always

Know the shift

It isn’t always the same

The best one can do: I’m sorry

Separate yesterday from tomorrow

A difficult task — he never quite understood

Why exactly that newness happened

Why the cold barged and blew

Why it bothered you

Why it can’t go

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

Not Quite Right

Once or so will do

The word cuts short

But the feelings lie true

Like a shifting twig against the skin

You’ll remember

With a fresh, visual sense of thin

Thin doesn’t quite fit

Unless you scream yourself in

Or score the hollow pit

But I meant to say goodbye

Even though I seethe

An actual bye

The rage is uncanny

I fall apart from truth

I can’t rely inside it’s insanity

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

Another Step

Today, I saw it all

The way a nose perched, delicately

Riffs moving, internally

A puff of frustration causing hopelessness

Two, one more than one

A test of strength

Procrastinated beginnings, never

The last thread of hope, ready

It should work

It should

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

Intrigue

It’s a movement

The same way branches part

Swiftly, with a hush

She speaks with a woe of wonder

And rationality

Like a swing

Back, and forth, and back again

Her heart, the same

Back and forth

Like the world is her stage

Like the world is ready to listen

And it is

Shay Ruth Nov 2012

Yesterday

The bitter grain envelops

Not apparently

Not to frighten, but to question

An interrogation from the Dust

He’ll ask you: will you remember?

Blood and breaking

Can you taste the layers

As they choke sweetly?