Feel the way it goes
Emerging Escalator
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Patch water what have yous
strength in visions maintained
ponder vault skull fortress etching.
Partners with the well, path of now
sipping fortunes, exhaling prophecies
thoughts unpack light all over the world.
Informal destiny, pollen smudged nose
lifts to meet a stranger’s eye, bridge shuffle
lifetimes a sudden encouraging wind,
at any moment overcome by feeling alive.
Spoken over grilled onions,
Lingua Franca
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Falling over backwards
some truth yet said, mirage lips
covet a single syllable.
Strides with four legged
majesty to break the spell, shatter
stone with a prying kiss.
Treasured lips form pirate
smile crescent reflecting ocean
stubborn windward tales.
Sense of what is carried
branches by day swans by night
shouted whisper emanates.
Speak mountains of river
coherent flow unbeknownst guest
as Old Faithful chamber.
Impressions dance on our
humming minds, rhythms match
between pressing records.
Truly Grateful for all that be
Laurels of My Life
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Could rest all day on laurels of my life
lounge in the safe of my memory bank
my personal theatre replaying the hits.
Heart runs over savory to the last drop
scent of black forest, all those passing
eyes, fish-headed accordion serenades
baguettes become saber for all to see
taken by surprise at giant faceless babies,
that photo I’ll never see, crossing the
Bosphorus with an American girl under
each arm, my lap would know Sri Lankan
that same week, the tremble of her touch
on that beach in Mexico, washed my feet on
holy ground, blind to what others see, felt it
all going my way, brushed noses with what
goes without saying, walked home after a
Tokyo pub crawl, watched the sunrise in
your eyes always remember what they said.
Letters of Measure 