Vandal

I am a time traveler
With a one-way ticket
A faceless vandal
Leaving marks as I go
Color for the commute
We’re all stuck in traffic
Headed for oblivion
Turn up the music
Look at this wall
This fresh canvas

-T. Weeks

Balloons

Colorful balloons
Tied with delicate strings
Much too fine to grasp
Slip through clumsy fingers
Shrinking to nothing
Dancing in the wind
Try tying them down
That won’t save them
As they shrivel and prune
Sink to the ground
Balloons can’t hold air forever

-T. Weeks

Questions

Everywhere he looked all he saw was questions
Almost nothing looked like answers
He liked questions so this wasn’t frustrating
It was just another question

-T. Weeks
(Excerpt from morning writing)

Change

Apathetic blind constant inevitable
Circling beneath the surface
Darkly against the depths
Neither detour nor inconvenience
New world
New rules
New joys
New pains
For the harvesting all the same

-T. Weeks

Interesting

Say something interesting
Go for it
Come on
Ready 3, 2, 1… go
Nothing?
Try again 3, 2, 1… go
Still nothing?
Hmmmmm
Okay how about embarrassing
Say that
Don’t worry
It’ll be interesting

-T. Weeks

For Reals

When will the virus seem real?
When the concert is canceled?
When schools are canceled?
When jobs disappear?
When a friend of a friend is sick?
When a friend is sick?
When I am sick?

-T. Weeks