No gas anywhere
No place to refill
None in the tank
On a narrow curve
Call roadside assistance
Nothing we can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Shivering on the shoulder
A few cars stop
Offer help
But mostly pity
Nothing they can do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
Laugh at the mud
Laugh at the rain
Laugh at cold toes
Laugh that it’s getting late
Nothing else to do
Gas is on the way
Wait in a muddy snow bank
-T. Weeks
Snow is a voyer
Outside windows
Without sound
Avoiding notice
Rain is starving
Attention grabbing
Knocking pounding
Announcing arrival
Sun is a siren
Casting its spell
Drawing us out
Leading the way
And the road?
Glows for the sun
Broods in the rain
Sleeps under snow
-T. Weeks
They wanted Pizza Pockets
Begged and pleaded
Clamored for savory strudels
Dreamed of marinara pop tarts
Yearned for Italian empanadas
I tried to warn them
Tried to help them understand
Tried to share a bit of wisdom
But they couldn’t hear it
They couldn’t understand
They insisted
So… I bought Pizza Pockets
Now here we sit
Unimpressed and hungry nonetheless
Now we’re all on the same page
Pizza Pockets aren’t great
These kids have so much to learn
-T. Weeks
It’s been a great week
No seriously it has
Had a bloody nose
(Because I picked it)
Got a migraine
(Too much brain picking)
Scalded my arm
(Because coffee)
Got let down in the nicest way
(Also picked that)
This is fun
What’s next?
Do I get to pick?
-T. Weeks
Where are these people
The ones I never see
And do they ever wonder
Why they never see me
P.S.
The mailbox was empty
The rhyming was an accident
Well sort of
-T. Weeks
Read a book today
The whole thing
Front to back
Cleaned the kitchen
Picked up the book
And the day disappeared
Or maybe I disappeared
Into Spokane into 1909
Forgot my lunch
Good thing I ate there
And died there
Was born and lived there
Now I’m back
And it’s like I never left
-T. Weeks
Tell the truth…
It’s what they always say
Well they’re right
Just sayin’
-T. Weeks
Guess who bought a whisk
Not trying to brag or anything
But who else can say
They bought a whisk today
-T. Weeks
Storefronts like bikes
Stacked on Craig’s list
Dormant fantasies
Monuments to good intentions
Dusty resolutions
Barely used and priced to sell
Sleeping until summer comes
-T. Weeks
When I was a kid
A teacher would have us share
What we did on vacation
One girl had a cousin in Spokane
She always talked about Spokane
And the things she did in Spokane
Spokane, I thought
What a magical place
All grown up, I visited Spokane…
Looked around and thought
Huh, ‘bout the same
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 