Category: Poetry

Poetry by Drew Downs

  • I didn’t make you punch me

    I didn’t make you punch me

    I didn’t provoke your violence by advocating tolerance. I DIDN’T MAKE YOU PUNCH ME We both said things. We can agree on that. I want to say We both said things we regret but I’m not sure you do. I feel the regret, at least. Not only for what I said but the rage ripping…

  • Even Scarier Words

    Even Scarier Words

    EVEN SCARIER WORDS The day the president insulted himself I was 8. I didn’t know anything about him except that he sold weapons to bad people and seemed OK with lying about it. But I’ve always wondered how he could say such terrible things about himself. That his being there speaking would terrify a person.…

  • The Assassin

    The Assassin

    THE ASSASSIN Racing across rooftops, closing gaps between buildings sliced by moonlight, they gather above the C-suite of the Grand for their convention. Already the hole is carved to access the top floor, no need to climb these floors, this is the fastest route to the top. They drop into the office and the adjoining…

  • On Being an Enneagram 9

    On Being an Enneagram 9

    ON BEING AN ENNEAGRAM 9 How strange it is to have one’s mind live in the bargaining middle. Making camp in the breach, the trenches full with soldiers shivering, drenched by the rain which falls on both, pools forming at their feet, layers soaked with misery. A strange place to build a cabin, in the…

  • I don’t want your binary world.

    I don’t want your binary world.

    I DON’T WANT YOUR BINARY WORLD I don’t want your binary world. You can keep it. It’s no gift, really. A curse actually. Long distance arguments turn into brief skirmishes in a decades-spanning war. My every little expression dissected, deconstructed, injected, transformed into a wild assumption making me look like an ass and you and…

  • The Dumpster Fire

    The Dumpster Fire

    THE DUMPSTER FIRE I’m losing track of the horrors The assassination The truck Fireworks in Mexico. So much pain and I’m forgetting it every day there’s more like Professor X my mind is overloaded with voices, everyone’s thoughts and the villains want me so incapacitated I can’t resist. Won’t. Overwhelmed and afraid, the only turn…

  • Balanced

    Balanced

    BALANCED There is no balance between rich and poor, slave and free. No necessary condition of have and have not. Victims don’t need to forgive their abusers before justice reins in the terror. Our lives are out of balance. If our ecosystem was balanced, it was before we burned fossil fuels. Before we salted our…

  • All Life is Motion

    All Life is Motion

    ALL LIFE IS MOTION All life is motion. Movement, progress, not in the progressive sense, or the ever building, rising toward an infinite power, but as in making movement one step in front of another. All life is motion. Movement in our cells, the very building blocks of life, moving constantly and permanently vibrant buzzing,…