Stale

In airy corners cobwebs grow
Rounding the darkness
Shrinking the room
Ever more musty and sneezy
Ever so
Slower and slower the room
Skewompus stacks
Coagulated fang shui molding
Time to crack a window

-T. Weeks
(A response to a glut and a Stoic)

Doug Fir-day

Friday night at the Doug Fir
Music at the bar
Music downstairs
Rolling people seek spots
To sit to talk
To celebrate it’s finally here
Whatever it is

-T. Weeks
(A response to a night at The Doug Fir)

Holy

Jerusalem
Holy city
Lonely youth
Late night
Early morning
Angry beat
Lonely beers
Travelers
Hostel at the bar
Here we are
A world in motion
Gold stars in hands
Alone together
In Jerusalem

-T. Weeks
(A response to a night
in a hostel in Jerusalem)

Rhythm

No one is from an airport
Without local bands
Headphones flourish
Playlists for transition
Soundtracks of separation
Everyone is on tour here
Moving to and from
Human rivers flowing

-T. Weeks
(A response to another trip)

Finity

Infinity is a thief
Flattening moments
Robbing minutes
And years
And lifetimes
Thank finity for an end
Priceless
Are the last few steps

-T. Weeks
(A response to beautiful finales)

Gone

He came from Scapoose
Invited to karaoke
Mic burns in his hands
In the air
Head bangs for tonight
For yesterday
For years lost
Soul growls for the crowd
He chases the lyrics
Bows to the room
And comes back to an empty bar
Sits alone
Drinks the last half of a beer
Left by his friends

-T. Weeks
(A response to a tragic noble
character ditched by his friends)

Mr. Kerouac

Okay Mr. Kerouac
You wrote your book
And your poems
People quote them
And misquote them
There are stories
Crazy ones
About your life
Mostly from the road
Now they’re out stories
We tell them
And retell them
We head out on the road
Looking for what?
You? Or us?

-T. Weeks
(A response to a good quote on Instagram)