Believed it
When they said
We are lucky
Racism is dead
Turns out George Floyd is
And not just him
Millions and counting
What am I
But the machine
Another white face
On the safe side of town
Tweeting
Black lives matter
-T. Weeks
Dried up
This tree is a wise old man
With wise old whiskers
And words that droop
Low over his eyes
Under the weight of youth
Ripened on the vine
…
Ugh
That last line didn’t work
Kind of cliche
How’s this supposed to end?
The boughs look like bushy eyebrows
Not much else
Beyond a metaphor run dry
-T. Weeks
Dark Down
Thirty three breaths
And counting
Remind me what’s the goal
Trees dance and darken
Inside out and sway
Flying on a pizza box
Magic carpet
Manic purple
Dark dark dark down
Pinpoint planet
Light up… Now!
-T. Weeks
Song for Nobody
I took this morning
Folded it in thirds
Looked for a stamp
Dropped it in the mail
Rainy day and bird songs
Licked and sealed
Five to seven days
Arriving on time
I took this morning
Drew a long exposure
Halo hand motions
Rain drumming on the ground
Is it me or tomorrow
Taking a picture of today
A moment a filter
A story for the world
I took this morning
Capoed nine o’clock
Strummed some words
I’ll probably never say
Where does it go
A song meant for nobody
Dissonant sunrise
Beat dropping low and late
Diaphragm
Pulling on the wind
I’m ready for the day
-T. Weeks
Drug
Checking boxes
Gets me high
Feeling productive
Cheapest drug
Watch this
Poem… complete
Box checked
Mmmm feels so good
-T. Weeks
Vandal
I am a time traveler
With a one-way ticket
A faceless vandal
Leaving marks as I go
Color for the commute
We’re all stuck in traffic
Headed for oblivion
Turn up the music
Look at this wall
This fresh canvas
-T. Weeks
Kids chasing bubbles in the park
Joy uninterrupted
Rainbow jellyfish orbs
Dip rise spread
Disappear
Giggle and search
More please more
What’s an economy
Who is virus
More bubbles more
-T. Weeks
In Place
Got up
Thought a little
Wrote a little
Got to work
Rinse
Repeat
Remote control
-T. Weeks
Balloons
Colorful balloons
Tied with delicate strings
Much too fine to grasp
Slip through clumsy fingers
Shrinking to nothing
Dancing in the wind
Try tying them down
That won’t save them
As they shrivel and prune
Sink to the ground
Balloons can’t hold air forever
-T. Weeks
Questions
Everywhere he looked all he saw was questions
Almost nothing looked like answers
He liked questions so this wasn’t frustrating
It was just another question
-T. Weeks
(Excerpt from morning writing)
Life Immense 