Philosophy – Letters of Measure

Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your

key question unlocks response.

Not taken lightly words rush to

life relating to everything at once.

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky.

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine.

Our moment bubble burst into

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place.

Sifting Lizards

Titled Castaneda, benefits of losing one’s mind.

Sifting Lizards

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Informace, at risk of excluding the

rest, finger raised distinguishing this

from that, a process arrives at Hiroshima.

Potent void, out of nothing a knock

on your door, just dropping by, a light

like never before pours definitive unto.

Caressed by world bosom ease away a

breath, casting sky hooked a cloud life

upon merry go round, spurs spontaneity.

Your stride upright brighter than the sun,

ocean eyes focus in as horizon lion shakes

it’s mane, settling just where you belong.

Emerging Escalator

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.

As You Pass By

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.

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.

When the Music was Made

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.

Draft Vector

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.

Big Jar Dreamer

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…

Mollusk Longings

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.