Poems – Walk Where You Want

Strolling Pie Fields

The pictures of her mind. I got it, the princess and the…

Strolling Pie Fields

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If you ordered a dream, I know how you’d take it.

Strolling pie fields, punctuated by ponds of boiling ramen.

Well well well what do we have here?

To phrase a feeling, the greatest gift is knowing you.

From light we come, then become all it entails.

Becoming a granular notion, existence a swimming pool.

The world loves it’s making, and deserves to be told it’s beautiful.

The universe brought us together, and together we discovered a universe.

If all the sights found your eyes, would you still let them fall on me?

How lovely for all this to lead to the many tomorrows with you.

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.

Our Own Devices

An afternoon of adventure.

Our Own Devices

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Dip into nothing

skipping town,

Hawaiian slice

pineapple underground.

Arms no longer arms,

but propellers motoring

into any desired ripple

for a more simple eternity.

Ocean collaboration

with visual dilation, no

hermit left unshelled from

an encompassing meld.

Every stone turned from

Bikini Bottom.

Wooing day satisfies night,

their love a sight for our eyes.

A light reminder for the striving,

be back tomorrow for the same

lesson said the golden teacher.

Forever Sweet Caroline

words of gratitude

Forever Sweet Caroline

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Don’t be surprised when the lady on the bench says into her phone,

“What do you mean my jet can’t land?” then tells her assistant next

to her to look up the flight authorization number, “no I’m here see

that’s unacceptable,” and she’ll go on bulldozing then garner

sympathy from people with name tags knowing full well no one

can relate to her problems.

Fighting off expectations of a pocket full of money, happening

with such regularity in the occupied role, reality becomes another

check out. Glazed reproductions of the same interaction with

different faces, these trenches are hard to climb.

A bass line everyone knows, hands reach for other hands or

pull up a dress for a dance floor dash because they understand

it won’t play again. Inclined to soften the eyes to the memories

being made before them. Mental barrier to how this band’s cover

doesn’t hold up to the week before, when there’s cake, eat.

Because once you may be asked, “Can you take us back to

our rooms, we forgot our hats?” when they return in bucket hats

with Turkish House Mafia stitched in you’ll find out the groom

is a DJ and witness years of ridicule for his questionable taste come

full circle in a heartfelt gesture. “To the afterparty?”

Discovering the woman to whom the lyric is directed, who for

decades the collective voices have congregated, will need your help

and you’ll come running to her door to find a Kennedy out in the

cold prone to the same faults. Exchanging smiles and a set of keys,

never a more endearing normal than from forever Sweet Caroline.

Clicking Reel

By Tyler Mobley

Letting out line, mind a clicking reel, wonky

film projector tempting realities to

sprout from skull and politely ask the present

for a dance, only to ruin her and take her place.

Sea surface storms about how the heart wants

if skin would show it, left with throwing rocks

to ripple the calm, trusting it will return when

our minds are ready.

Marble monks on city hall contain all things and

none with how they hold themselves,

conversing behind our backs, you’d swear on

their rolling eyes, unmoved movers of sacred bust.

Falling as a precious drop onto vacant dune,

giving life to dust in a flood of visions, that

may last the next rain.

Kendall McClellan’s Lesson Plan: A Pandemic Miracle

CSUCI Spring 2020

Kendall McClellan’s Lesson Plan: A Pandemic Miracle

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

We’d emerged from Baldwin and Hughes to “Let America

Be America Again” she took a brave stance behind the

lectern and said “when I made this lesson plan back in

Christmas break, I never would’ve guessed that the day

I planned to talk about the stock market crash of 1929,

the market would fall by a percentage that exceeds the

record set the week that began the Great Depression.”

The students just shift in their seats already convinced

their future is moot. This is what an education buys,

informing you of the irony over head like a bucket of

icy water ready to drench, who’s recording?

The Diamond Princess hung on the horizon as an

appetizer for things to come, while most were

fenced on how Buttigeig gave suspicion that if you

peaked inside his suit there would be dozens of

mice pulling levers. Then it happened, the world

held it’s breath, some became deciders of

essentiality while others never picked up their

heads from the task at hand.

Never more definitive uncertainty in the air

her head recoils as if hit with a whiff of awful,

dispelling a reality she’d rather not accept.

And then class went on, because that’s what

we did back then. If I’d known it’d be my last

day with her I might’ve made more of a goodbye.

Her Way Never Lost

Today, when hungry pen brokefast to page, this happen.

Her Way Never Lost

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Her body a sound garden, storm swept sea

passengers afloat, humming her vibration.

Carried and tossed, her way never lost

cosmic gyres full of glee, winking out reality.

afterthought: simulation, consciousness, energy ladder doesn’t seem all that off. Maude; extremely vaginal.

She’ll Be Right

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

These mistakes go on to make themselves,

worthwhile experience registers of confirmation.

Hear a buzzing hive, your best has yet beecomb.

Nest away elixirs spices jewels and devices,

you’ll need a good starter when space cowboys

barter, with stows of intergalactic loot.

Holes of my pocket, carry the flow

I always wanted.

Forgone conclusions sit still in the past,

swan pond gift of reflection.

A running bet, how to keep your

wager, each day a purpose,

held through stranger danger.

Beating drum day finds jazz into night,

rhythms we praise with everyday change.