Month: August 2019

It’s seriously hilarious
Shit
I can never remember how it goes
Hold on
I’ll think of it

-T. Weeks

Sometime downtown
Alone at a bar
Look in the mirror behind the bar
Watch the people
Peaking out behind the bottom shelf
Talking drinking eating
And the eyes staring straight back
From behind the bottom shelf

-T. Weeks

Call me crazy
The cat likes it better outside

-T. Weeks

Do jewel thieves watch movies
And roll their eyes at the unrealistic heists
That must be annoying
Especially if they can’t shut up about it

-T. Weeks

When fruit snacks become a souvenir
Painted miniatures housed in a globe
I was still young
We all were
The day it happened
The day holding them
Felt like holding onto a memory
Can it ever be like it never changed
Or is the berry magic gone forever
A future Facebook pop-up
Rip Van Winkle’ing my feed

-T. Weeks

I wrote this one
On that night at Pickathon
Banjo and guitar stomping
Blue and purple and crowd
Echo the stomp

And this one I wrote
In the morning
Lying in a tent leaning to one side
Listening to the tick tock of flip flops
Pacing the trail
Probably on their way to the portapotty

After breakfast this one
Was written sitting by the barn
Watching the class unfurl
Yoga in the morning
Maybe I should have joined
But who would have fed the kids

It’s quiet on this bench
Besides the people chattering
And the traffic
And the generator humming
And the crunch of gravel
And I might have heard a bird
It’s hard to tell with all the noise

-T. Weeks