Month: February 2024

How Your Eyes Search For Mine

Those things we come to look forward to,

How Your Eyes Search For Mine 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile, 

sends my heart away then I have to chase it back. Home

in sight after 7 years at sea, treasures spill onto shore.

Puts a loudspeaker to the statue of David’s internal dialogue. 

When our eyes meet, lifetimes play out in the brevity. 

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile,  

makes me the path of butterfly migration, an edge  

where water falls, places me on cusp of day, I’m carried

around the world, passing hellos to pageant humanity. 

I’d know they were coming, and be glad when they did,

how your eyes search for mine whenever you smile. 

Mighty Socket 

It wasn’t what I intended to write, but it was time.

Mighty Socket

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If you long to song don’t beat about it, 

pick up a stick to believe in limewire.

Mighty socket, the ground beneath our

feet, and it gives us stuff to eat. Flick a

match to the wind, watch it catch and

burn, feel your blood boil, heart of 

cosmic drum, around the flame sits 

a prism of translucent hue, as a bird 

carries a song you carry the clue. 

Pastiche a la mode

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

A helpless passenger of pen, a journal original,

Pastiche a la mode 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

time was off, pinned to the ass in Martha Stwerts’s jail cell, 

a frisbee golf eagle chimes, Hitler also grew a mustache on 

his back called the Rhineland, Global Warming Foo Fighters

of the Grateful Dead it says on a scrumpled note neglected next

to a trash can, turns it over, Bob Dylan was an alien? That baby 

that ruined your anniversary dinner is still crying, frigid fidgets

plum to the frosty pear, approval in the eyes, and you still made

it to work on time? the taste of honey, that dog expects the toy 

to be thrown, tried using the urinal at Walmart, but Kamala Harris

was looking me in the eyes, an exceeding first bite, glad we met,

when a couple is just having a moment, and then there was light,

like we didn’t know the darkness before.