Sun soaked and rest wrung
The puma wakes and unwinds
Cabled shoulders restrung
Jaws yawning wider than the sky
Inhaling the whole world
Snow-capped volcanic fist
Jet stream surfing hawk
Postured antlered elk
A new dance every time
Dangerous and strong
The puma listens for the beat
-T. Weeks
(A response to a Christmas present)
Stiff statues dance
Psychedelic shadows
Spray the walls
Twist into form
Tumble out again
Recite choreography
Sketch fuzz
Busk for two cents
No sense anywhere
Not quite nonsense
-T. Weeks
(A response to a morning without coffee)
Viscous vicious voracious
In the blue belly of horror
Where monsters swim
Lash laugh leave and return
Maybe see them
Or worse not
Unstoppable either way
Between here and safety a distance
A despair all its own
Too far too murky
Not even stories survive this
Death and pain and mystery
Swallowed thoughtlessly
-T. Weeks
(A response to fears)
Steel-chord stories
Roll the floor
Paint the walls
Drop the ceiling
Dead-man space-time
Capoed to now
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to tonight’s u-turn)
What are you looking for?
Happiness, said the traveler
Well where is your curiosity?
Haven’t seen it, replied the traveler
Oh. Well good luck then.
-T. Weeks
(A response to a lazy Sunday)
Similes are like metaphors
Or at least this one is
-T. Weeks
(A response to a hot shower)
With the right group of people
And with someone else singing
This would be a great karaoke song
Someone should really try it
-T. Weeks
(A response to all my sweet ideas)
For sale For sale
Some wonderful fruit
Go on try it
You may not like it
The price is small
Just your attention
What could go wrong
It’s on sale
-T. Weeks
(A response to consequences)
In a room behind plexiglass
Underground
Sits a typewriter on a desk
On exhibit
This room was a war room
Recirculated air
Heavy with smoke and Generals
Back then the typewriter never rested
Transcribing
Clacking urgency in Courier
Now the room is silent and musty
Except for the looky-loos
Pointing
Mumbling at the relics behind the plexiglass
Not one uses these machines that won the biggest war
Inadequate
They have newer wars and machines and Generals
But they do look to the artifact
Curious
Unsure of what they are becoming
T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to a bite, a pinch, and a kick in the nuts)
Oak tree if you had a head
It would be in the middle
Where they pruned you to avoid the power lines
Where there’s a gap that has formed your arms
Wings frozen in protest
Raised and pretending takeoff
Fall leaves feathering a mossy skeleton
Do it oak tree
I dare you
Fly away
Concrete and asphalt encase your roots and trunk
Rip them up
Turn them over
What are you waiting for
Surprise us all
Fly away
-T. Weeks
(A response to a rainy drive through Hillsboro)
Life Immense 