Ran fast today
Fastest in a long time
New shoes
Obviously
It’s no secret
Everyone knows
About shoes anyway
The new ones are faster
-T. Weeks
Category: Poems
Eleanor Rigby
Just saw a nice car
It was a Porsche
A high end Porsche
Driving down the street
Like any other car
Speeding just a little
In the middle lane
Passenger leaned back
Bare feet on the dash
Smudging the windshield
With their toes
Exit after exit
Like any other car
-T. Weeks
Loud and Lit (Pedalpalooza June 26, 2021)
Bikes and lights
Roll and weave
Crawl and dance
Through and around
Over and under
Portland as it is
Hats and pupils
Skin and paint
Music and bubbles
Magic and hair
Riders as they are
No costumes
No accountants
No baristas
No engineers
No artists
No anythings
-T. Weeks
Resistance is Futile
Touch my ear
To change a song
Only I can hear
Raise my wrist
To see progress
On a track only I see
My thigh buzzes
Reminder from the sky
A new task awaits
Machine I am become
-T. Weeks
A is for Effort and Angela
The gate agent is flustered
Very New York and very flustered
She talks
And talks
And talks
We respond
Blank stares standing still
She stamps silver stilettos
“You with the baby, board the plane”
Everyone agrees babies are kinda slow
Time is short and this flight is late
Frenzy-fire orders come faster
Spraying the frozen crowd
Her aim is terrible
The crowd crawls forward
Houston will just have to wait
-T. Weeks
morning morning morning morning morning morning
Tractor-beam trill
Bug-tongued bugler
Surprised by the day
Battles the sun
Not a chirp
Not a coo
Not a song
Not even a note
More like a weed whacker
Or maybe a jack hammer
A very small one
Concussive
Tenacious
-T. Weeks
A Response to Mr. Carrey
I’m sorry Mr Carrey
Don’t mean to be rude
But I do buy it
I did not exist before I was born
I will not exist after I die
The rules are made up
And the points don’t matter
Hallelujah
How singular the minute
How precious the day
How wide the path
Of life that goes away
-T. Weeks
In the car too long
Deja vu
Smells like poo
Again
Real mature
Smells like manure
-T. Weeks
(Composed in the car in
collaboration with my kids)
Weekends are for
Naps are magic
So are coffee
Good workouts
And magicians
-T. Weeks
It’s Funny If You Think About It
No gas anywhere
No place to refill
None in the tank
On a narrow curve
Call roadside assistance
Nothing we can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Shivering on the shoulder
A few cars stop
Offer help
But mostly pity
Nothing they can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Laugh at the mud
Laugh at the rain
Laugh at cold toes
Laugh that it’s getting late
Nothing else to do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 