Dressed For Holiday

There comes a time, and even then we can’t say for certain.

Dressed for Holiday

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Jettison my darling, find this common wake,

throwback pairs of defining lights, smirking

sky bounds unrequited, dressed for holiday. 

Chariots of exacting grace fiddle across our

pendulum planet. Veiled modalities pierced by 

opposing ends, cogent leaps of boomeranged 

expressions surface over pent up millenia. 

Sojourned doubt dances over the void, the 

grand swath of limerick contusions, embodied

with gallant strides through our one true vein.