Sunny little song bird
Dancing in the morning
Celebrates a pebble
Lying on the ground
Could it be a bread crumb
Or juicy little insect
Hop skip take another nibble
Hop skip fly away gone
Off to find some breakfast
Off to dance and sing
Goodbye sunny song bird
Hop skip fly away gone
-T. Weeks
Overgrown bookshelves
Retaken by feral tomes
Decades of National Geographic
Crown the canopy in gold
Buried Circus Cookie tin
Holds faces of ancient inhabitants
A house party in ‘92
A postcard from Maui
Evidence suggests all the pictures are old
Who prints photos anymore?
And these goddam creaky stairs
When did they find their song?
In this house of a thousand books
And about eighteen bikes
-T. Weeks
Last night
Not what I planned
Ambitions of painting
Blossomed
Into hours of watching
I love the Coen brothers
We all love the Coen brothers
Fargo is a masterpiece
But now it’s morning
And they’re not here
And neither is my masterpiece
But damn
Fargo was good
-T. Weeks
Bored is a lazy word
Barely has a syllable
Inflate your cheeks
Then pop the bubble
Congratulations
You just said bored
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not bored
I just wrote a poem
-T. Weeks
Have you wrote a poem about my drone
Not yet
What will you write
Can we watch the rest of the season
Why not
The finale is going to be so good
Something happened with my friends
Oh yeah
They didn’t want me to play
-T. Weeks
Twelve minutes to seven
Turn then toss
And turn again
Tasks scroll up and down
Implications left to right
This morning-brain menu
Looks familiar
Oh I see how it works
Just like Netflix
Today starts
The way the last one ended
-T. Weeks
One year on
And moving out
A new place
Moving in
Funny smells
Ugly curtains
Now
Where to put the art?
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 