Poems – Letters of Measure

Beyond Grounded

An updated To The Enemies made more my own. Beyond Grounded By Tyler Lucas Mobley Young as those towers crumbled into dust, too young to know what could become of the world, too many spaces to fill, bewildered. What does the world turn round? Love Island Below Deck Squid Games? No better monument, who didn’t … Continue reading “Beyond Grounded”

An updated To The Enemies made more my own.

Beyond Grounded

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Young as those towers crumbled

into dust, too young to know what

could become of the world, too

many spaces to fill, bewildered.

What does the world turn round?

Love Island Below Deck Squid

Games? No better monument,

who didn’t what, attention waged.

When did we forget that love

received is love returned,

your heart must first burn full

for the world to nestle up to it.

To love somebody is to love

yourself, to be is not easy,

world on your shoulders,

anchor eyes glisten in detail.

How to be when mystery is

our truth? Each foraging a

path, some find wings and

enjoy their cake on clouds.

Simple one day mind and

moment purr together broad

as the horizon, somewhere

horses jostle in starting gates.

Somewhere she wears only

night, lunar arousal she carves

brilliant ice sculptures with her

nipples only to melt by morning.

Squint against an icy wind on

a heaving sea, pickled delight

cast with cages on the bottom

line. Buttons undone reveal a

common root, majestic redwood

birds peck at trunk squirrels hide

nuts in my midst. Somewhere an

answering machine takes a message.

Be slow, slow down, find

the letter in your bottle. What

you conceived must be felt as

fentanyl numbs a way forward

for those who forget to ask

why the moon scales to the sun.

Our angels conspire with demons

on hoops we transform through.

Relax those shoulders and secure

your feet in the world you couldn’t

embrace, step into a dream, pretend

galaxies knock on foreheads before

bestowing each new thought. You’ve

been right all along, the letter you

wrote must be read. This feeling,

as the earth feels the moon you

sense my gaze and know we are

the same. We enter one runway

and exit with personal flare, to

truly be gone you must have lived.

When harmony sings as golden sun

elaborate a rainbow, kiss your toad

goodnight. What is life without love?

What is love but a love for yourself?

To see you in all others. Laugh

as you aim for the stars, it always

was, soon we’ll forget how to play

this song, funny how we play along.

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.

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.

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…