Category: Poems

Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Seems to last forever
For a little while

-T. Weeks

The sun trickles through branches
Pooling on cushions and shoulders
The fridge hums its rattling hymn
To the beat of a hammer beyond the fence
The dogs in the yard next door
Have too much to sniff to ever get bored
The kids test all the light switches
Everything is exciting when it’s an adventure
The man in the middle composes a poem
Happy for the moment

-T. Weeks

The world has turned and left me here
Weezer said that

Sweat dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
James Taylor said that

Being on the phone all day kind of sucks
That one was me

-T. Weeks

Quiet box on the edge of town
Noiseless box painted black
One big window framing nothing
Quiet as a painting
Inarticulate base-layer sky
Moss too green to be real
Flakes splattered haphazardly
Flurries and emptiness
The world has gone to shit
Back where we left it
Back where everything matters
There is one economy here
An economy of sound
of being here

-T. Weeks

Best advice this week:
Be a shark.
Sharks don’t feeling sorry
They don’t second-guess
Or mope or worry
Or complain about Mondays.
Sharks bite shit.
They swim around
Doing sharky things
Because they’re sharks
And that’s what they do.

-T. Weeks

The shortest distance between two points
Isn’t always a straight line
That’s why light bends when it goes through water
True story
Blows my mind
I’ll bet it’s true for other things too
.
Like google maps
.
.
.
And careers

-T. Weeks

Inspired to write
Inspired to draw
Inspired to speak
Inspired to discover
Inspired to make
Inspired to move
Inspired to do
…what?

-T. Weeks

Right when the wheel touches the ground
Smoke slips
Acrid cloud delicate and white
And a window-muted screech
We bounce and sway
Taxi between white lanes of frozen grass
Winter is a local
Born and raised here
Grows right out of the ground
The buildings seem apathetic
Kind of like caribou scattered on the tundra
It’s quiet here
Even the inside of the airport is quiet
Where are all the sounds?
Mountains crouch on the horizon
That’s where we’re headed
Up close the peaks ignore us
The bus scittering between their toes
Do they even know we’re here?

-T. Weeks

Peel off winter
Fingernail under the edge
Crack open shadows
Squeeze out Sunny D
Shake out five pennies
Buy something new
Sit on old sorrow
Buy new pants
Spring-sky sneak peek
Commercial-free fantasy
Set a timer
Fall into that thought
Bounce on the finale
Ride the white dawn
Twist open the blinds
Water the shoot
Put down this poem
Read something else

-T. Weeks

Last night I watched
A crazy-ass short film
On Netflix
Made by David Lynch
Starring David Lynch
As himself -I think-
Interrogating a monkey
It wasn’t even good
But there was David Lynch
In a film he made
For the hell of it
David Lynch is twice my age
And still David Lynch
Crazy-ass films and all
Still piling his hair to heaven
Still wearing little ties
He hasn’t given up
On being unmistakable
For that I love David Lynch

-T. Weeks