To Be in your Thoughts

When you said so, with me forever.

Impressions…

To Be in your Thoughts

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Don’t know how I got here, but I’m happy to stay,

make myself comfortable, dance around and play. 

Was it something I said that popped me in your head?

Nice of you to have me, you really didn’t have to,

all the ways of wishing, sure did bring us true. Love

when you have me over, feel I could stay awhile, 

best part of being here is getting to watch you smile. 

And when the children ask, ‘were you like this when

you were young?’ We’ll only momentarily interrupt 

our impressions of sizzling shrimp to ask with 

condescension what is meant by ‘were young,’ then

straight back on the barbie we’ll go. I play the harmonica 

between your legs, lost in enchanted song. A realized

seat upon the piano bench of time, always playing 

for as long as you are mine. Throughout your darling 

days my little whispers tickle as they trace your wings 

with the morning dew we once knew. As you tread the 

garden of your golden hour mind, find me tiling away, 

tending with love the fruits thereof.  

Re-minding Reminders

Don’t stray from the weight of the world.

Re-minding Reminders

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

If sunshine be butter then 

take me for bread. 

Life’s sweetest sentiments

fall unsuspecting as ripe 

coconuts in Manhattan. 

All this momentum up a 

waterfall, never a thought 

to test the flow. 

Did you remember to re-mind?

Change the soil of your fertile

drum, realizing then how green

a thumb you’ve been sitting on

all along. 

Turning stones in a prized search

nevermind the reward was in the 

act. Don’t like the taste of your

cerebral soup, no need to involve

the staff, sprinkle in a re-minder 

for a taste of the gods. 

Ahh yes, Limitless all along, for 

the water was always wine and 

fish delight the offer of your net. 

An old vinyl re-minded, suddenly

plays new grooves. With sultry

disguise the best thing that could

ever happen has a painful start. 

In the moment of re-minding the 

world behaves congruous to an 

internal illumination. From this 

vacuum of doubt, any reality 

to resume wayfaring thought,

an ax to grind existence.