Vandal

I am a time traveler
With a one-way ticket
A faceless vandal
Leaving marks as I go
Color for the commute
We’re all stuck in traffic
Headed for oblivion
Turn up the music
Look at this wall
This fresh canvas

-T. Weeks

Balloons

Colorful balloons
Tied with delicate strings
Much too fine to grasp
Slip through clumsy fingers
Shrinking to nothing
Dancing in the wind
Try tying them down
That won’t save them
As they shrivel and prune
Sink to the ground
Balloons can’t hold air forever

-T. Weeks