Category: Poems

White topped quick shade canopies
Folding tables and silk screened runners
Temples filled with knickknack shrines
Music and grilled meat waltz in the breeze
Drawing the aimless crowed inward
Proprietors sit forward on metal chairs
Or stand calling with a smile
Hoping eye contact will obligate passersby
And what is for sale but happiness
Joy in the craft and joy in the discovery
Seller and buyer exchange money
Evidence that it was real

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours”)

My relationship with cardamom?
It’s complicated
It tastes like charcoal and soap
Except delicious
I want it to taste like cinnamon
But it never does
Pleasing but not comforting

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Of Him I Love Day and Night”)

In the beginning
Time was ticking
Supreme restless
Dead eyed paradox
Before all after all
Dilating traveler
Witness of gods’ births
Pallbearer at their deaths
Omnipresent
Omnipotent
Omniscient
Omnivorous

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Chanting the Square Deific”)

Hyperfocused
Zoomed in
Drilled down
On point
Pushing through
Balls out
Circling the wagons
Taking the lead
High demand
Pumped up
Stressed out

Now…

Zoom out…

Still riding a little rock through outer space
No walls and a little air stuck to the sides

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Whispers of Heavenly Death”)

Mason jar tin lids marshaled row on row
Fruit and summer sealed against time
Shelved categorized labeled
Ready for tragedy a stockpile delight
Winter creeps then rolls then roars
Choking Polaris and the Pleiades
Starvation is waiting for us
Impatient
From deep within the pantry shadows
A lid turns
A tock reports the broken seal
Death can wait
We are having dessert

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Darest Thou Now O Soul”)

Watch carefully this creature
Fragile Sisyphean automaton
Blind to its pheromone leash
Eating sleeping birthing dying
Yet free
Free to find Janus in a step

-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XXIX: To Think of Time”)

The madness the crazy
Seizes and releases
Grabs and hides
Shallow darkness obscuring
Intentions unintended
Pulls observations
Disparate
Forces them together
Unholy union
Unorthodox unconventional
Something new
Shocking
Creation ultimo
Ab initio
Never ex nihilo

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Transpositions”)

Tie dye sparkly technicolor dreamscape
Many-armed crucified zen smile prophet
Primitive mystical mixing on a color wheel
Limning from a pinhole all that is and me

-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XXVIII: The Sleepers”)

Lumbering halting starting stopping starting
Turning realigning examining evaluating
Extrapolating interpolating modeling
Computing iterating requesting
Waiting receiving interpreting
Warning alerting reacting
Downloading loading
Decompressing
Reinitializing
Adjusting
Ready

-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XXV: Proud Music of the Storm”)

Puffing chests standing straight
Everything fuzz and cataracts
At the helm of a ship in need of steering
The Quixotes turn about
Searching for familiar troops
Buzzing lines expectant

Seeing giants everywhere
Massive arms waving
The bold Quixotes point the charge
Bugling affirmations
Our greatest threat mocks us
We must not cower before this enemy
We must not shun the fight
Charge charge for our salvation

Satisfied with their bold leadership
They congratulate each other
And feel their way home
Unable to see if the giants fell
Or how the troops faired
Or if there were any troops

-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Prairie States”)