Who Are You
Who are you — no don’t tell me — I don’t want to know.
Just keep looking at me the way you do
Like a hungry leopard ready for its next kill.
Don’t stop looking at me — at least — not yet.
Just chew me up slowly starting at my mouth
And working whichever way you will.
Don’t ask for permission or for forgiveness
And don’t stop until you’ve got all you can get.
Don’t miss the anticipated thrill —
Just keep chewing until everything gets still.
Go until you’re done with me and this world is no more a part of who we are. Your eyes drooping and your limbs gone numb with delight, Sleep it off baby — your belly swollen with what I was — Sleep until the day becomes the
night.
Chew me eat me swallow me all.
Then I’ll be gone but you’ll still be here
As will the memory we made and left behind
For others to dream of and to strive to make again.
But why then do we need to make a memory
Lost in the grains as they fall away?
Can’t we be a moment in all the time there is —
Then forgotten along with all the other moments
That are here for just today?
You Wore Red Fragile Clothing
You wore red fragile clothing
You moved without stepping
Floating over a floor of seawater and pearls
Those of us privileged to observe
Could not imagine a sight in this world
More graceful that night than you were
Your beauty it thrills me
To think that a person
The same kind that I am
Could be as special as you
Not just your body
But all that you can do
A mind so thoughtful
As quick as the light is
As deep as the night can be
Echos keep sounding
Not fading but gaining
Like the train that is coming
To run over my now
And decide what’s remaining
Not sure what is happening
But I know we will be
What we should be somehow
You never stop doing
You the artist the model
Who we would all follow
If we only knew how
You the actress the mother
Devotee of Apollo
The god of music and dance,
Poems and the truth from the bow
You shape the world with your kisses
And spin it with your wishes
None of us can approach your bright shining star
But we are caught in your reflection
In a mirror of introspection
Which guides us to be the best that we are
Ecstasy must include loving you
I feel it coming in the distance now
And I am trying to learn just how
Heaven’s not here but you are
And that will be enough for today
Each and All
Fire your weapon --
Pull the flexile arc
Toward your curious heart
Until the exploding point.
If your aim is not achieved, then fire again Until your way is clear.
Kill comfort.
Destroy satisfaction.
The sun may rise and set with no pain But life's design requires a price.
Insert yourself into the world --
Your act as each,
Affects the all.
Push through life's leaden doors;
Leave them swinging
Awhile even when you're done.
Like a shooting star
You won't last but you will shed
A brilliant light as you fall.
This is your purpose.
You are good alone
.
Yes, struggle down the flesh clogged streets --
A billion swarming selves, though all
Apparently indifferent in the main,
Eyes down, feet shuffling onward
Ignoring those who step aside.
Shout loud and long to arouse
Routine's numb-bodied march.
Defend yourself against the cynical mob
That frowns, that sneers, that whispers threats,
Contrary to each who flouts conformity's rule, Who defies the passive lies?
And as the myriad all admit your view
You will win them with your electric voice
Or else they'll chew up you and yours
As they do most who refute their thoughtless ways
And spit you into a silent grave.
Your sacrifice is not the first
Nor may it alter the pervasive manic thrust,
But still it is required
To recognize that each exists today
And that the ever-growing crowd must Accept you as time's gift brought now To slow the uniformity of all.
Insert yourself into the world --
Your act as each,
Affects them all.
Push through life's leaden doors;
Leave them swinging
A while even when you're done.
Like a shooting star
You won't last but you will shed
A brilliant light as you fall.
This is your purpose,
You are good enough alone.
Don Edwards lives and writes in Seattle. He is a founding member of True Gospel Bookstore (TgB) which records his poems as songs and streams them on all streaming services.