Looks like this:
Run down sky
Knowing turn
Open window
Song in the wind
Wind in the hair
Or maybe this:
Slitted stare
Zoomed in
Adjusted grip
Panned out
Drop the beat
Or this:
Backyard
Bored phone
Long day
Waiting dishes
Hungry sleep
Rise again
-T. Weeks
Roll into Colorado
Roll into Denver
Roll into Aspen
Roll roll roll
Roll to the bar
Roll with salad
Roll with chatter
Roll with people
Roll with summer
Roll down mountains
Rrrrrollllll
Roll home
Roll roll roll
-T. Weeks
A real smoke show
-T. Weeks
New York has no main characters
New York is a reef
Teaming with supporting cast
The reef is many habitats
One habitat is called Harlem
Harlem has enormous sidewalks
The waterpeople in Harlem love sidewalks
Another habitat is called The Village
It has tiny sidewalks
Those waterpeople don’t like sidewalks
Above these habitats on top of everything
Some waterpeople build castles
But that’s not really a habitat
The castles have no sidewalks at all
In the reef the choral grows at night
When no one is looking
Neon faces and word mazes
Painted by waterpeople that have things to say
Some waterpeople cover themselves in dirt
They lie flat and stay practically invisible
Some waterpeople dress like sensible cars
Schools of greys and blacks and blues
Slipping by in sensible lines
All waterpeople have dogs
And they like pizza that tastes like spaghetti-o’s
The reef is famous for pizza like that
Waterpeople don’t like the Holland Tunnel
And don’t know about the nice Uber driver
That lets people pee on the side of the road
After being stuck in the tunnel for an hour
Sometimes the current pulls people
Into the reef or out of the reef
If that happens tell them not to panic
And don’t fight the current
Just move perpendicular to everyone else
It’ll eventually let go
-T. Weeks
Little plates
Go round and round
Green and blue and red
Sashimi and nigiri
And who knows what else
Single file formula one
Jockeying
Towards chopsticks hovering
Like wading storks
I’ll take that one
Keep an eye on another
There’s a weird one
No idea what it’s called
NOTM
(Not on the menu)
UMS
(Unidentifiable moving sushi)
Here it comes again
Trundling along
Saying something new
Every happy lap
Until the storks get it
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 