Everything waits
Dog at the door
Birds in the yard
Coffee and waffles
Afternoon errands
Days ahead
They’ll wait
Stay here and listen
A little longer
-T. Weeks
Category: Uncategorized
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
Bored
Bored is a lazy word
Barely has a syllable
Inflate your cheeks
Then pop the bubble
Congratulations
You just said bored
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not bored
I just wrote a poem
-T. Weeks
Do More
Believed it
When they said
We are lucky
Racism is dead
Turns out George Floyd is
And not just him
Millions and counting
What am I
But the machine
Another white face
On the safe side of town
Tweeting
Black lives matter
-T. Weeks
Distracted
“Hey there!”
“Hmmm where’s my seatbelt?”
“Check this out”
“Hold on a sec”
“You’ll be glad you did”
“I’m not interested in dying”
“I have a wonderful selection of New Releases”
“We’re 30,000 feet up and 1000 miles from home”
“Have you seen this one? It’s hilarious!”
“I hope my family is okay while I’m gone”
“Oh your kids would love this one”
“What will they remember about me?”
“Wouldn’t it be cool if you were a super hero?”
“If I was maybe I wouldn’t worry so much”
“In here there’s never anything to worry about”
“That would be nice”
“It is very nice. Come with me.”
“Do you have anything old and brooding?”
“Of course. Let me work out that knot.”
“God. You’re the best”
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to the little TVs in the back
of each airplane seat”
Follow
Hey Dad let’s see if we can follow one fish
And so we kicked off
On the tail of some peacock colored wanderer
It swam in a large lazy circle
Turning right slightly more often than it turned left
A survey of the neighborhood
Casual nods to resident parrot fish and urchins
And then it was gone
Busy at surviving in a dark corral fold
Where we cannot follow
A lazy eel watches us glide back to shore
Where none of these can follow
-T. Weeks
(A response to “When the Full-Grown Poet Came“)
The Experience
What happened to William Morgan
Betrayer of America supporter of Castro
Seeker of love
Seeker of acceptance
Seeker of a new life
A man seeks seeking liberty
Ambushed by a despot
J. Edgar Hoover sucks the life out of him
Revoking citizenship
Delivering banishment
Vibrato is the word of the day
And these Cuban people are democratic
They would never be communists
A man trying to live in Cuban peace
He doesn’t see that Fidel is just like the rest of them
Power hungry and chasing the power
Chairing the power
Everybody loves the picture of Che Guevara
The idealistic revolutionary
Nobody remembers he ran the national bank of Cuba
Traitor drunk with rubles
They all get drunk as soon as the money shows up
As soon as the power shows up
The bay of pigs is all of us
We are all patsies
We believe we fight we love then we are betrayed
We are always betrayed
By prophets by revolutionaries by candidates
They are real when they start
They are all traitors in the end
All of them
All of them
All of them
All of them
Even you
Even you
Even you
Even you
RIP William Morgan
Fool
Dear moms we’ve made our peace
Our mind is clear and our spirit clear
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to “A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine”)
High water
I ain’t never been to Texas
Ain’t never seen a sky like that
Cocksure horizons teasing splayed valley highways
Toothpick power line barbed wire stitches
Vericosed cradle for the fallen lord of the plains
I ain’t never been there but I tried to go back
Tried to feel my way to the end of nowhere
To unearth the dilapidated dynamo
Humming beneath hollow eyed towns
Debris refusing to wash downstream
Defiant of the current of the highway
Exiled from the west with no way in
And no way out
-T. Weeks
(A response to a “Years of the Modern”)
Tree
Trees would be terrifying
If I had never seen one before
A thousand creaking arms
With a thousand frozen elbows
Like a wave cresting
Just before it crashes
If I spied death in every yard
Would I take lazy naps in its shade too
-T. Weeks
(A response “Faces”)
Moon
Weeks ago I saw the moon
Since then I haven’t seen it
Of course it’s still up there
Shining despite my absence
But until I gather the gleam
Comprehend the shape
And recollect a name
It’s just a moon
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling”)
Life Immense 