Had a root canal this week
Everyone says they’re awful
I was expecting trauma
Didn’t feel a thing
I must have done something wrong
Even after the pain killers wore off
Still didn’t hurt
No one wants to hear that
They want the pain
To hear mine and share theirs
What am I supposed to tell people?
Maybe it’s better just to skip it
The part about the root canal
-T. Weeks
Something on my mind
More like in my face
An infection
Swollen cheek sagging
Doctor tells me it’s serious
Hospitalizable
Antibiotics arrive for combat
Parachute directly into a vein
Strike team deployed
Dr. Hindsight squares up
Lectures me on preventing infection
This could have been avoided
If only I had been more vigilant
No shit doc
If I’d seen it coming
I would have jumped out of the way
This chair is nobody’s goal
I’m grateful I truly am
You may have saved my life today
But before we start pointing fingers
Let’s count all the things
That haven’t happened to me
No need to hold your applause
-T. Weeks
Up and down the path
Zombie expectations
Eat brains
Run and overrun
Who carved this path anyway
Who called it a way
Who did it first
Who will be the last
Probably no one
Ed Smith might know but he’s dead
And kind of a fuckup to begin with
So what if I turn left here
Just head that direction
Nothing more of the same
This isn’t a path at all
A wide flat plan
Featureless unremarkable
-T. Weeks
I’m an old man
In disguise of course
My mask is falling off
Very slowly
-T. Weeks
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Now what
-T. Weeks
Once upon a time
It was obvious
Peanut butter I mean
Crunchy vs smooth
Obvious
And lots of other things
Now upon a time
No answers
Anywhere
Crunchy vs smooth
Maybe
And lots of other things
-T. Weeks
When I look out the window
Of my plane
Sometimes I see other planes
Zooming specks
Hard to see
Hard to follow
From this height
Cars are even smaller
And people?
There are no people
-T. Weeks
Walk into a Taphouse
Alone
Now walk in with a dog
Totally different experience
People love dogs
-T. Weeks
You know what’s funny
It was a camera that caught me
Speeding on a marina highway
Took a picture
Just like that
Sent me the ticket in the mail
Pretty good picture too
My zombie stare
My car
My license plate
Tell you what next time I drive that road
It’ll be my middle finger
Probably not
But it felt good to say
-T. Weeks
Marks on the floor
From the last tenant
Books with no place to go
Empty drawer open to possibilities
Hand towels maybe
Empty walls asking for art
Yes… the art
Will visitors see clever colors
Hung dissociate
In an apartment in Hillsboro
Or a choreography
A portrait
Of whom I don’t know
Need to figure that out first
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 