Don’t stray from the weight of the world.
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
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.