Everywhere he looked all he saw was questions
Almost nothing looked like answers
He liked questions so this wasn’t frustrating
It was just another question
-T. Weeks
(Excerpt from morning writing)
Month: March 2020
Change
Apathetic blind constant inevitable
Circling beneath the surface
Darkly against the depths
Neither detour nor inconvenience
New world
New rules
New joys
New pains
For the harvesting all the same
-T. Weeks
Interesting
Say something interesting
Go for it
Come on
Ready 3, 2, 1… go
Nothing?
Try again 3, 2, 1… go
Still nothing?
Hmmmmm
Okay how about embarrassing
Say that
Don’t worry
It’ll be interesting
-T. Weeks
For Reals
When will the virus seem real?
When the concert is canceled?
When schools are canceled?
When jobs disappear?
When a friend of a friend is sick?
When a friend is sick?
When I am sick?
-T. Weeks
Quarantine
Locked away
Locked inside
Locked out
Locked on
Locked in
-T. Weeks
We Ran Out
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Seems to last forever
For a little while
-T. Weeks
for the moment
The sun trickles through branches
Pooling on cushions and shoulders
The fridge hums its rattling hymn
To the beat of a hammer beyond the fence
The dogs in the yard next door
Have too much to sniff to ever get bored
The kids test all the light switches
Everything is exciting when it’s an adventure
The man in the middle composes a poem
Happy for the moment
-T. Weeks
Three Quotes
The world has turned and left me here
Weezer said that
Sweat dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
James Taylor said that
Being on the phone all day kind of sucks
That one was me
-T. Weeks
Get Away
Quiet box on the edge of town
Noiseless box painted black
One big window framing nothing
Quiet as a painting
Inarticulate base-layer sky
Moss too green to be real
Flakes splattered haphazardly
Flurries and emptiness
The world has gone to shit
Back where we left it
Back where everything matters
There is one economy here
An economy of sound
of being here
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 