Naps are magic
So are coffee
Good workouts
And magicians
-T. Weeks
Naps are magic
So are coffee
Good workouts
And magicians
-T. Weeks
No gas anywhere
No place to refill
None in the tank
On a narrow curve
Call roadside assistance
Nothing we can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Shivering on the shoulder
A few cars stop
Offer help
But mostly pity
Nothing they can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Laugh at the mud
Laugh at the rain
Laugh at cold toes
Laugh that it’s getting late
Nothing else to do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
-T. Weeks
Snow is a voyer
Outside windows
Without sound
Avoiding notice
Rain is starving
Attention grabbing
Knocking pounding
Announcing arrival
Sun is a siren
Casting its spell
Drawing us out
Leading the way
And the road?
Glows for the sun
Broods in the rain
Sleeps under snow
-T. Weeks
They wanted Pizza Pockets
Begged and pleaded
Clamored for savory strudels
Dreamed of marinara pop tarts
Yearned for Italian empanadas
I tried to warn them
Tried to help them understand
Tried to share a bit of wisdom
But they couldn’t hear it
They couldn’t understand
They insisted
So… I bought Pizza Pockets
Now here we sit
Unimpressed and hungry nonetheless
Now we’re all on the same page
Pizza Pockets aren’t great
These kids have so much to learn
-T. Weeks