Life Immense

Inspired to write
Inspired to draw
Inspired to speak
Inspired to discover
Inspired to make
Inspired to move
Inspired to do
…what?

-T. Weeks

Right when the wheel touches the ground
Smoke slips
Acrid cloud delicate and white
And a window-muted screech
We bounce and sway
Taxi between white lanes of frozen grass
Winter is a local
Born and raised here
Grows right out of the ground
The buildings seem apathetic
Kind of like caribou scattered on the tundra
It’s quiet here
Even the inside of the airport is quiet
Where are all the sounds?
Mountains crouch on the horizon
That’s where we’re headed
Up close the peaks ignore us
The bus scittering between their toes
Do they even know we’re here?

-T. Weeks

Peel off winter
Fingernail under the edge
Crack open shadows
Squeeze out Sunny D
Shake out five pennies
Buy something new
Sit on old sorrow
Buy new pants
Spring-sky sneak peek
Commercial-free fantasy
Set a timer
Fall into that thought
Bounce on the finale
Ride the white dawn
Twist open the blinds
Water the shoot
Put down this poem
Read something else

-T. Weeks

Last night I watched
A crazy-ass short film
On Netflix
Made by David Lynch
Starring David Lynch
As himself -I think-
Interrogating a monkey
It wasn’t even good
But there was David Lynch
In a film he made
For the hell of it
David Lynch is twice my age
And still David Lynch
Crazy-ass films and all
Still piling his hair to heaven
Still wearing little ties
He hasn’t given up
On being unmistakable
For that I love David Lynch

-T. Weeks

I don’t usually listen to jazz
So why do I like this album
No words
No beat
Nothing to stoke
No adrenaline
No loves
No breakups
No pronouns
Is it the famous names
Duke Ellington
John Coltrane
Just names to me
Couldn’t tell you what they look like
Or what they’d have said
about the traffic situation
going through the tunnel
on highway 26
Or what they liked about this album
But I like it

-T. Weeks

The dog is wet
Very wet
Like soaked to the bone
And so am I
Rain fell on us
Cold and oblivious
It fell everywhere
Nothing personal
Fingers and paws are stiff
Noses like peppermint
Feet soaked through
And our coats…
Not waterproof
Pretty sure mine used to be
We shiver
Tuning forks
Resonant with this winter note

-T. Weeks

Pool glows blue on New Years Eve
Chaos ripples the surface
A light Portland rain
Like the snow static on an old TV
Remember that sound?
Never thought I wouldn’t hear that again
TV static and the busy signal
Extinct sounds
Or at least critically endangered
But water ripples are doing just fine
Pools will always ripple in the rain
Always have
Ripples predate humans
Hell they happen anywhere water falls from the sky
Anywhere in the universe
As long as the aliens living there have ears
They’ll know what I’m talking about
Or maybe they know it by some other sense
Whatever that may be
Right now this pool ripples
And I can hear it

-T. Weeks

Early
Before the sun
Early
Too young
Early
Before it starts
Don’t be late

-T. Weeks

Dancing mechanical Santa
Wobble dip wobble dip
Dancing mechanical Santa
Take a picture strike a pose
Dancing mechanical Santa
More wine and a dessert
Dancing mechanical Santa
Get the check wave goodbye
Dancing mechanical Santa

-T. Weeks

Outside my window
Silver sliver shooting stars
Stick crawl collide streak
Horizontal jaggy walk
Not a patter drop in sight

If I was always on a plane
It’d never fall another way

-T. Weeks