Category: Poems

Should we go
It’s an adventure
But it’ll end
They always do

-T. Weeks
(A response to uncertainty)

Pockets are empty
I’m all out of control
Lost it along the way
Now there’s room
To collect something else
Maybe wisdom
Pennies on the sidewalk

-T. Weeks
(A response to expectations
and attachments)

In a reoccurring dream
From childhood
I can fly
Not on wings or capes or rockets
On not-thought
Indirection being the only direction
Up and down shakily I practice
Time passing in the dream like a dream
Until I rise and sustain
High above the world
Master of horizons
Questions push their way in
Where ought I go
Destination inviting thought
Thought feeding not-flight
I dip
Goal by goal to the ground
Not-thought slipping into not-flight
Stuck to the ground
I wake

-T. Weeks
(A response to remembering a childhood dream)

Met a time traveler today
At the grocery story
We talked about a lot of things:

The war…
“The first?” He frowned

My phone…
“The bees knees” he laughed

Dairy…
“Milk from oats? But how?
What a strange future.” he marveled

I guess it is

-T. Weeks
(A response to the dairy section)

Plunks keys
Letter before letter
Hunted by a story
Finger pauses
Eyes turn up
Focused on a corner
High on the wall
This story doesn’t end?
Does it stretch forever?
Or loop back on itself?
Or makes no sense at all?
Plunks keys
Letter before letter

-T. Weeks
(A response to a thought experiment)

Lady centurion looks down at the crowd
Perched by the drums at Mississippi Studios
If you’ve been there you know what I mean
She watches us listen and move
Late at night on a Tuesday
Her skeptical squint reminds us
Well at least it reminds me
Alarm clocks will be sounding soon
We’ll wash the 21+ stamps off right arms
And the “welcome to the show” stamps off our left
Groomed and polite we’ll go back to the emails
Nothing like the dancing weirdos that spill beer

-T. Weeks
(A response to a great show at Mississippi Studios)

In airy corners cobwebs grow
Rounding the darkness
Shrinking the room
Ever more musty and sneezy
Ever so
Slower and slower the room
Skewompus stacks
Coagulated fang shui molding
Time to crack a window

-T. Weeks
(A response to a glut and a Stoic)

Friday night at the Doug Fir
Music at the bar
Music downstairs
Rolling people seek spots
To sit to talk
To celebrate it’s finally here
Whatever it is

-T. Weeks
(A response to a night at The Doug Fir)

Jerusalem
Holy city
Lonely youth
Late night
Early morning
Angry beat
Lonely beers
Travelers
Hostel at the bar
Here we are
A world in motion
Gold stars in hands
Alone together
In Jerusalem

-T. Weeks
(A response to a night
in a hostel in Jerusalem)

No one is from an airport
Without local bands
Headphones flourish
Playlists for transition
Soundtracks of separation
Everyone is on tour here
Moving to and from
Human rivers flowing

-T. Weeks
(A response to another trip)