Moldy Bagels; or, I finally got Covid

Bagels twistied and sealed
Hoped they’d last all week
Freshness is ephemeral
But that’s easy to forget
Plastic might have slowed it
Salt helped a bit
But the green and white
Was always sprouting
Despite my best attempt
So eat them while you have them
Butter while ye may
Mold won’t ruin everything
Just a value pack from Costco
And a lazy Saturday

-T. Weeks

The Bogeyman’s Boogie

Don’t think twice bogeyman
Didn’t know you played guitar
Chords for poundin out your pain man
Voice I never heard before
You weren’t nuthin to me
A monster in the dark
Hidin’ on a street somewhere
Didn’t know you could tell a joke

Don’t think twice bogeyman
Play that old guitar
Don’t think twice bogeyman
That’s just what it’s for
Don’t think twice, you’re alright

Didn’t know you worried ‘bout it all
Ain’t no use in wonderin’ now
Hum your way through that line man
Just keep on boogyin’ down
You ain’t never gonna die man
You’ll just keep ramblin’ on
From one bogeyman to another
It’s all there is ‘til we’re gone

Don’t think twice bogeyman
Play that old guitar
Don’t think twice bogeyman
That’s just what it’s for
Don’t think twice, we’re alright

Maybe I should thank you
Put these words to a tune
Tap my foot to the mystery
And the crowd at the bogeyman saloon
Don’t know what I’d say to you
Didn’t know I’d write this song
I’ll be ramblin’ on now
‘Cuz I just ain’t slowin’ down

Don’t think twice bogeyman
Play that old guitar
Don’t think twice bogeyman
That’s just what it’s for
Don’t think twice, I’m alright

-T. Weeks

Hello

In every person I meet
I install a bit of software
It runs in the background
And pretends to be me
A little Tyler-bot
At their service
Ad-free
And one of a kind
Based on what they remember
About what happened
When we met
It’s easy to open
Just think or say my name
It’ll dance to the front
Some Tyler-bots are friendly
Some are wise
Some are assholes
Some are funny
Some are boring
Some motivate
Some criticize
Who knows how many there are
I’m curious about the Tyler-bots
Do I recognize them?
Do they recognize me?
How many are monsters?
Or angels?
Or nothing at all?
When I cut to black
They’ll outlive me by decades
You’re welcome
Click HERE to download

-T. Weeks