wind – Letters of Measure

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.

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.

Wrote this today before the sun rose, been a windy couple of days.

Forced Funnel Cake

By Tyler Mobley

Winds will be winds passing pressure, proprietary imbalance

self organized energy spools dotting gust of telegramming gods.

What is that noise? Blinds scratching glass?

Is it the dying whimpers of a man whose mouth was replaced by a harmonica?

Have the windows escaped, two paines shedding frames

subtle squeaks the result of their French kissing?

Or the obvious answer, a branch outside has mistook our window as a canvas

while under the impression it was Bob Ross.

Silly how the winds blow.