A free write on 2/15/21 revised and stanza-tized into this, enjoy.
More Than a Moment
By Tyler Mobley
More than a moment,
Count Cristo starship manor.
More than a moment,
singing circles of soul sayers
let loose from an environ plane.
Gingerbread men praising a recipe,
some frost lost, now scowling the baker.
Street carts sell heart of the city
big lights shine on trying faces,
the weak force as Metallica notes
“Nothing else matters.”
Faint morrow oh sung,
the Sun dropped by for tea,
twinkling mist escapes
mother’s eye. For what,
a dash of guilt produced a
criminal record, says the judge
to Soundcloud.
Quake hath waltz feet
a measure of empire,
felt rumbles of toeing masses
clocked on a standard of living.
Forbear hollow remarks
as wood knocks back
dulled by your patience.
Smash hit vibrations
like the warm beat of
reporters who step
into the world, my office.
Unwrung words told
of stealing the fun.
Heels thrown up
bang bang against
a neighborly wall, the
sound circumnavigates
to find the needle was
never dropped.
Listening for Ray Charles’
The Spirit of Christmas.
So repetitious the world rewinds
through generations,
a slideshow of history.
Explosions tidy up into their
shells, apes devolve to
sleestacks, to a few ameba
vibing over a volcanic vent
on oceans’ dance floor.
“What are you doing down here
James Cameroon?
Titanic is that way. “
Who’s to say it hasn’t
happened already?
A moment imposed like
a waiter who begs for an order.
“Is the shoelace on special tonight?”
Oh how awful knowing
you’ve ate something sickening,
civilization in a nutshell.
Advancements worn backwards,
grown into two left feet.
As miles poo poo
the metric, all lesser
measures charged with
their distinction.
Can’t help but feel it’s
all going the way of
the carriage.
Cobblers out to offend,
I reclaim my time
to when only birds
could tweet.
Hosting The Bachelor
a so called working life,
standing on loose ground
where comparisons vanish
with employment.
Kindness ushered out with starvation,
in the name of progress.
Bow to the mob before the
pot boils over.
Letters of Measure 