Category: Poems

I wrote this one for the likes.

-T. Weeks
(A response to “So Long!”)

Behind the house that anxiety built
I swing alone above the pond
Where frogs and birds gossip
About the greeness of the trees
And the glassiness of the water
While I worry about missed emails
Everything about the pond is slow
And right now I feel slow too

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Now Finale to the Shore”)

Strolling through a reverent grove of cloth-walled cubicals
We talk in whispers so we don’t break the contract with silence
Even though we don’t see any of the humans we know they’re there
Chittering of mouse clicks and keyboard clacks
And syncopated coughs floating below the halogen canopy
Betray this complex creature in its habitat

-T. Weeks
(A response to “These Carols”)

The empty plastic cup in my hand pulses
Picking up a harmonic of the approaching steel strum

Amps rumble the foundations of the theatre
Sweeping dust from the floorboards beneath my feet

The singer throws back his balding curls
Sweaty beard swipes at the void

His arm pumping across the strings like a piston
His voice a full steam whistle

Primeval spirits call for an encore
He completes his sacrament and makes way for the headliner

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Portals”)

Gunga Din marched into war
Agent among the occupiers
Wearing their uniform and adopting their speech
Serving water and adoration, showered in ridicule
Month after month, patient

When the moment whispered from a barrel
He sprung his trap, the cleverest of revenges
Dying to save his tormentor
Burrowing deep inside his conscious
Undead tormentor of dreams and quiet thoughts

-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Untold Want”)

I think I would like prison
Not scary butt-rapey prison
But one of those cushy prisons
Spending days by the pile
Marooned among my native pursuits
Foraging the cosmos
Free to explore

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Joy, Shipmate, Joy!”)

I thought I wanted to be an artist
But I also needed insurance
I thought I wanted to be a scientist
But I was surprised by opportunity
I thought I wanted to be an engineer
But I couldn’t abandon my kids
I thought I wanted to steer a ship
But I hadn’t mastered politics
I thought I wanted a destination
But I think it was happiness all along

-T. Weeks
(Response to “As They Draw to a Close”)

Haphazard ellipses congregate
Hubris capturing and rendering the world
Analogue ripples bending
The sky the birds my face
Retreating clouds give less
The pools recede already
And where do the puddles go when the water is gone?
Do they cease to exist?
Or are they lying dormant?
Contours of a landscape
Waiting selfies for the next storm

-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Sobbing of the
Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881]”)

Macaroni mosaic
Orientations and angles
Noodling on a theme
Present a dog and a duck
Unmistakable
The dinosaur and river
Look similar
But the person
Is unforgettable
Upturned pasta smile
Downturned happy eyes
Wavy hair and ears
Immortalized in glue

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Camps of Green”)

Last in line
Latest in line
Back of the line
Wait for a turn
To get in
Drop harness
Clackety rise
Kinetic chorus
Two-hand salute
Peak at danger
Ready to get out
Safe again
Ride again
Never more

-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to “Pensive on Her Dead Gazing”)