Boys and a dog
With sticks in their hands
Well the dog uses its mouth
But that’s basically the same thing
Trek across the field
Determined and coordinated
Searching for something
Bigs one lead and little ones follow
Sun fills the stage
Warm nostalgic tones
Where are they going
-T. Weeks
(A response to a Saturday at the park)
Freddy Mercury
Blaze Foley
Roger Stone
Tic Tacs
Just think
It was in my head
The whole time
One on stage
One at arms
One far away
The jet engine
Says Rolls Royce on the side
Trail mix and a beer
-T. Weeks
(A collage of unfinished responses
from month of travel)
Don’t blink itch or laugh
Don’t be silly soft or human
You’re the pilot
Be like an airplane
-T. Weeks
(A response to the pilot putting on his seatbelt)
Show starts at nine
Got an hour to kill
Got an hour to live
Two drinks in
Good man gone
Tab opened wide
To the best of us
Raise a glass
It’s music to the end
-T. Weeks
(A response to the passing
of my good friend Keith)
Hello coffee cup
What’s up?
I’m glad you’re still here
Where else would I be?
Being away from home gets old fast
Why’s that?
There are people I miss
Didn’t you talk to them this morning?
Yeah but it’s not the same
Why?
Hmmm not sure
Not sure about what?
What’s missing when I’m unsatisfied
What don’t you have?
… I’m feeling better
Did you find it?
Nope 🙂
-T. Weeks
(A response to a lot of business travel)
Smokey wink and stolen glance
From beyond the microphone
Leather-bound hips surf the rising beat
A blue falcon riding red riffs
Electric talons plucking willing prey
Out of the back of the crowd
Play it again
-T. Weeks
(A response to a killer show)
“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”
In the movie
Aliens swim around in your gut
Rip apart your insides
Until they bust out
I’ve got an alien
But I think mine got lost
Swims in my throat
Scaly ribs brush my esophagus
Pushes on the back of my eyes
Sometimes it hides and I forget
When it busts out
I think it’ll come out my mouth
Slime-toothed squid missile
A metaphor too big for my head
Questions bump around too
Maybe the alien knocked them loose
Maybe they feed it
Questions like where am I needed
Where am I wanted
Maybe that’s the alien
Or here’s the real mind fuck
Maybe I’m the alien
-T. Weeks
(A response to observing everything I feel)
Deep in the bag
Overlooked uneaten
Cold stale acrobats
Tumbling into the bin
Unconsidered
Emigrants
Heap to heap
Left for the bacteria
Can they be forgotten
They were never known
-T. Weeks
(A response to leftover fries)
Sometimes
Overconfidence
Is all Michael
The Gate Agent
Has to give
And he delivers
-T. Weeks
(A response to a flight connection
that I was certain to miss but didn’t)
Life Immense 