poem – Page 2 – Letters of Measure

Dissipating Call

Absorbed in the Sound,

Dissipating Call

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If time knew an answer it would turn and run.

When lighting goes, seldom rung mixture

springs to life, tension release felt throughout.

Creation boundaries worth every breath they take.

Hidden gems in earth’s vault brought out when

occasion calls, forecast impossible degrees our

absolute fruition, beam certain as the morning light.

A find drawn out with fingers of every hand at once.

Deep in the fix where earth glows our love forged

by an ever running race to hold equilibrium, in a

dance dance revolution series of moves star addressed,

volcano storm quakes, bagpipes of a dissipating call.

Ann Darrow

From one comes another, you know this could be Switzerland.

Ann Darrow

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

An insurmountable lift

caught in life’s talons

feet kicking for ground

desperate for any burden

but the one you bear.

Dragon’s back pontoon

distract time with mistress

minutes, enough to swim

the sound. Insightful clay,

a facial expression, skip

pattern my navajo peyote

a visit. Crow back in the

gizzard gaze you’ve always

known. Our clay you say,

must be wet everyday

to fend cracks and shatter.

Your gentle eyes owe

not a cent to your broad

back, heaving against an

Empire State, let me go

I’ll carry you forever,

an ease of grasp, I’d

never felt so alive.

Splicing Dawn

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.

Changing Lessons & In From Eternity

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.

A Portrait of Familiarity

A Tale as Tall as Time,

A Portrait of Familiarity

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Riding a bus

reflections from

a row ahead

the expression

of all that passes.

Strangers, their

entire lives float

in a dinghy nearby.

The bus slows

reminding

passengers of

their progress.

Stand for departure,

she turns

their eyes meet,

and both know

they’ve arrived.

Doors open

onto the next,

hers in a blind

kissy scene you’d

think only happens

in movies. The

bed makes itself,

candles know

what to do,

The Kenny G

obeys, passion

dims the sun,

the animal

kingdom a hush,

but for a few lions

standing by to judge

the climactic roar.

He also finished.

The score is in.

Invisible hands

offer a smoke and

do the honors,

galaxies far

far away

sense satisfaction,

and the race

was won.

Life takes

a bow.

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.

How Your Eyes Search For Mine

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.

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.