Month: July 2016

Farewell to my friends
They will always be my nuts
Just less connected

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Delicate Cluster”)

A bullet killed who we were
Yet here we are
Another will kill who we are
Yet will we be

-T. Weeks
(A response to “How Solemn As One
by One [Washington City, 1865]”)

Digging up through falling bricks
Piling just as fast as I reach
To no end I reply, forward, and file
Just a high-functioning email filter

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Reconciliation”)

Upon diverging highways we all depart
Our trajectories and lives awaiting
For this brief weekend we overlapped
In a dance of ocean foam and bonfire splash
We laughed at how it used to be
Years made simple by younger eyes
Now grown we peer over walls
Brick and mortar politic and parenting
God reinforcing the ramparts
Forested Tillamook highway passing below
We already long for the next reunion

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Look Down Fair Moon”)

Waterlogged horizon sags over the waves
Droplets crowd parked windshields
Merging and running in irregular lines
The mass of the clouds ambles north
Gray trees across the bay turn green
A hummingbird hums in the overcast

-T. Weeks
(“O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy”)

There’s a watery ball of iron and silicon
Hugging the knees of an auspicious sun
Every time it goes around we count
Why do we count? I don’t know
If we lose count it’s okay, we start over
One time something happened on the ball
When it was a little more than halfway around
A little more than halfway must be important

-T. Weeks
(A response to “World Take Good Notice”)

Driving to Happy Valley
East of the city
That’s what the signs say
And the gps
There’s a Starbucks there
And an Office Depot
Houses with roofs
At least one cemetery
And a hospital
All in Happy Valley

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Race of Veterans”)

Hiding there beneath the pixels
Swims an answer
Dark and brooding
Swaying in locomotion

I cast and come up empty
But was that a nibble?
It’s there, I know it is
It’s been down there for years

Once upon a time a friend almost caught it
But then it got away
Or so he says
My line sinks into the deepness

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Not Youth Pertains to Me”)