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.
On your toes lads she’s just around the corner. Until we meet again.
Changing Lessons & In From Eternity
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
To the river for what its worth
for the day’s final song, trees
when our feet touch the earth.
Galactic Jack, no glitter bomb,
deducing lumps of sand & stone.
Pleased with our company, Karma
doesn’t come when she’s called.
A wrong turn made right when
it led me to you tonight.
Did I miss your vine swing entrance?
Or was it an amusement slide from
heaven that brought you through the
doors. Radiating fertility, the room
heighten to your frequency listens to
your silent symphony. In the glow of
an volcanic eruption, a rare sight,
expression of earth force. A mover
of mountains if you were to put them
all together. Having just come from
your river I stumble upon the source.
Just the other day, we remembered.
As You Pass By
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Seated in awkward furth, greek against the ground
forlorn when overhead, piece twice a maker
cough drama expels pent fascinations that
reside in quonset formations ever cooed by
the wind, resilient messages carved into time,
rumbles of what may come, bathing light sensed
when you see it, gestures of beyond hover sweet
laid to rest at the temple you carry, our smile the
other day the one only we know about, splashes
unseen dimensions, spire of our brief moment.
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.
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.
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.
Enjoy,
When the Music was Made
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
All is still before you, it never went away,
funny to see how it all occurs today. For to
know one’s self it helps to have eyes, waiting
for the right pair to point at the beginning of
time so this universe could turn in for the night.
It just came together, then it fell apart,
we laughed all the same like we knew
from the start. All points unwrapping
a never ending present, what’s the fuss
you know “it loved to happen.” Spelling
without backspace information piles on
full tray rounding peer, sideways it’ll go.
That old be careful you might get what you ask for sorta thing. Much Love,
Draft Vector
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Supreme ruling over mile high state,
with arms crossed and backs firm it’s
made clear all seats are taken here, the
door that turned you away will hit you
on the way out. A fist thrown into a
revolving door, glass shatters, gloves
that were never on come off, chaos infects
gaining gravity pulling those who at
first never gave it any thought, are seen
decapitating neighbors with stop signs.
It’s all gotten a bit out of hand, calibrated
subconscious, stories decades old told from
fading ink, the smoke of progress lingers
on the frontier of a new civil war, if we
choose to fight it.
Many ways to slice it,
Big Jar Dreamer
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
The big Jar was a dreamer he said without a doubt,
unmatched in all but thinking he was somewhere else.
Then it got the best of him one day the other week,
those around couldn’t pretend to know what went down.
Sprouting lilies as he was a nickel for a share of the dare,
laughing all the same when the sheriff showed his badge,
he made spaghetti out of town and never looked back, still
no word was spoken about whose wifes he’d been poken.
As luck would have it they serve him up a spike, soon it
was turn in or take a hike. How they tell it now when Jar
refused to come clean is with a wish to have intervened,
because what happened next was something no one had ever
seen. Loaded diamonds for eyes the dreamer gazed thunder,
with a flick of the wrist their badges were stripped under,
to where geese critique wakes and wax bellies with jellies,
found on discrete display with berry unknown origins, their
hands pat the fabric they hadn’t seen since service was sworn,
stripped of sacred identities they dissolved to the realm of
forgotten memes to hang around and reminisce about
bygone relevance. A chariot pulls up Jar staggers in, sirens
give way to night, no phone home in a red and blue snare,
the window reflects the cold steel around his wrist though
he knows nothing of it, to Jar they are soft, pink, fluffy, and
full of excitement, like what’s in your head, merrily merrily
merrily…
Title reference in Paul Murray’s not a lecture in my substack.
Mollusk Longings
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
How wants are a certain want, unexplained
from a heart full of roman candles, that fly
to what it desires most egging you to follow
their light. The same light seen by nuns who run
away with visiting recruits from barracks in far
away places, and not a hint of hesitation in her
step as she boards the plane because they know
it to be true. Yes, how true, if it’d only take hold now,
rush us away to the night that would last forever,
chew the fat, toasts the stars, for whatever reason
right now life makes sense, because it was all there
contained in the night, giggling alongside us till
separation ceased and you realize you are the one
there is no spoon, the blunt is in your hand just token
for your thoughts. The overlords milking our morphic
resonance cheers our utter existence.
Letters of Measure 