Thinning bullet shower
Colder
Pivot
More shots
Hotter
This must be the way
-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Bravest Soldiers”)
The Experience
What happened to William Morgan
Betrayer of America supporter of Castro
Seeker of love
Seeker of acceptance
Seeker of a new life
A man seeks seeking liberty
Ambushed by a despot
J. Edgar Hoover sucks the life out of him
Revoking citizenship
Delivering banishment
Vibrato is the word of the day
And these Cuban people are democratic
They would never be communists
A man trying to live in Cuban peace
He doesn’t see that Fidel is just like the rest of them
Power hungry and chasing the power
Chairing the power
Everybody loves the picture of Che Guevara
The idealistic revolutionary
Nobody remembers he ran the national bank of Cuba
Traitor drunk with rubles
They all get drunk as soon as the money shows up
As soon as the power shows up
The bay of pigs is all of us
We are all patsies
We believe we fight we love then we are betrayed
We are always betrayed
By prophets by revolutionaries by candidates
They are real when they start
They are all traitors in the end
All of them
All of them
All of them
All of them
Even you
Even you
Even you
Even you
RIP William Morgan
Fool
Dear moms we’ve made our peace
Our mind is clear and our spirit clear
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to “A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine”)
Ode
This an ode to that time
That you finally said the thing
That you always wanted to say
That you’d never said
That now you regret
I’m sorry
-T. Weeks
(A response to “To Those Who’ve Fail’d”)
Debnüs
I will call it debnüs this great expanse of water
Waves and tides striking the rocks and sand at the edges
Rolling watery hills catching and releasing the sun each day
A blue world full of creatures beautiful and terrible
The rest may call it by a common name
Few will listen beyond the word
But when I call it by this name many will wonder
-T. Weeks
(A response to “From Montauk Point”)
Confluence
How inevitable the misfortunes ahead
How evanescent the fortunes that I seek
How precious the misfortunes I make
How sinister the fortunes I find
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Paumanok”)
Rochambeau
Cool eyes roll across the table
One set into the other
Two shots down and it’s one to one
Best out of three
Ready?
Rock
Paper
Scissors
Shoot.
A hundred years from now they’ll wonder
How we made such a decision made
And we’ll laugh because we didn’t
Sincerely, Lovejoy and Pettygrove
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Mannahatta”)
For The Likes
I wrote this one for the likes.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “So Long!”)
Pond
Behind the house that anxiety built
I swing alone above the pond
Where frogs and birds gossip
About the greeness of the trees
And the glassiness of the water
While I worry about missed emails
Everything about the pond is slow
And right now I feel slow too
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Now Finale to the Shore”)
Habitat
Strolling through a reverent grove of cloth-walled cubicals
We talk in whispers so we don’t break the contract with silence
Even though we don’t see any of the humans we know they’re there
Chittering of mouse clicks and keyboard clacks
And syncopated coughs floating below the halogen canopy
Betray this complex creature in its habitat
-T. Weeks
(A response to “These Carols”)
Anders Parker
The empty plastic cup in my hand pulses
Picking up a harmonic of the approaching steel strum
Amps rumble the foundations of the theatre
Sweeping dust from the floorboards beneath my feet
The singer throws back his balding curls
Sweaty beard swipes at the void
His arm pumping across the strings like a piston
His voice a full steam whistle
Primeval spirits call for an encore
He completes his sacrament and makes way for the headliner
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Portals”)
Life Immense 