An oldie that stuck around, arrived in one piece.
Splicing Dawn
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Your tears vibrate my nipples,
on the off chance you’re
watching National Treasure.
A bespoke setting far
afield interplays stones
assemble under your eye.
Desert crawl to intrepid
spring may haunted wardrobe
be with you and any word
of meaning drawn as
the narrow bridge sways.
Letters of Measure 