Month: December 2018

Two thousand eighteen
Smashed everything to pieces
Here we come nineteen

-T. Weeks
(A response to a crazy year)

Dog walking
Rain falling
Tom Petty playing, the Wildflowers album
Hearing some songs for the first time
Rain soaking through the jacket
Rain dripping from hair to cheek
Fingers freezing
Dog walking
Flying fast from street to street
Absent smiling at other walkers
Dog pooping where they can see
My shit is hiding
Choosing left or home
Going left
Morning baptizing us both

-T. Weeks
(A response to a morning walk with the dog)

Sun soaked and rest wrung
The puma wakes and unwinds
Cabled shoulders restrung
Jaws yawning wider than the sky
Inhaling the whole world
Snow-capped volcanic fist
Jet stream surfing hawk
Postured antlered elk
A new dance every time
Dangerous and strong
The puma listens for the beat

-T. Weeks
(A response to a Christmas present)

Stiff statues dance
Psychedelic shadows
Spray the walls
Twist into form
Tumble out again
Recite choreography
Sketch fuzz
Busk for two cents
No sense anywhere
Not quite nonsense

-T. Weeks
(A response to a morning without coffee)

Viscous vicious voracious
In the blue belly of horror
Where monsters swim
Lash laugh leave and return
Maybe see them
Or worse not
Unstoppable either way
Between here and safety a distance
A despair all its own
Too far too murky
Not even stories survive this
Death and pain and mystery
Swallowed thoughtlessly

-T. Weeks
(A response to fears)

Steel-chord stories
Roll the floor
Paint the walls
Drop the ceiling
Dead-man space-time
Capoed to now

-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to tonight’s u-turn)

What are you looking for?
Happiness, said the traveler
Well where is your curiosity?
Haven’t seen it, replied the traveler
Oh. Well good luck then.

-T. Weeks
(A response to a lazy Sunday)

Similes are like metaphors
Or at least this one is

-T. Weeks
(A response to a hot shower)

With the right group of people
And with someone else singing
This would be a great karaoke song
Someone should really try it

-T. Weeks
(A response to all my sweet ideas)

For sale For sale
Some wonderful fruit
Go on try it
You may not like it
The price is small
Just your attention
What could go wrong
It’s on sale

-T. Weeks
(A response to consequences)