Hailing all you

So what do I do

So what do I do

With your old hands

Now they helped

Me on my journey

Less tradition-centric

Than weren’t meant

For returning favor

Seeing as how 

They were too big

To begin with

 Tom McGlynn Copyright 2021

Yes I light candles

Yes I light candles

On grey mornings 

A by- product of: 

“I mean what Would you do?”

 Tom McGlynn 

Copyright 2021

Still Manually Taking Notes

Still manually taking notes 

While copper’s virus killing powers

Drink from the same bowl 

Every boutique condominium

Blossoming on the block

Can’t stand the test of seasons

Their original suits running

Now on Tesla time 

 

Not altogether gathered inside 

This is how we'll make a difference

 Copyright 2021

 Tom McGlynn

These were the buses

 

These were the buses
Of my childhood
Parked between 
The service station
And municipal hall
Down the block
From the bar and grill
Where mystery turned

In quiet desperation

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2021

Of course there are

 

Of course there are

Some, geez,

Flat passages

But who are those

People waiting

On the ferry

When the tea

Is hardly brewed

And visitors most

Like cover the hole

Of earthly life

A sort-of

Enduring quality

Caught up in

Door- to- door

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2020

Some detail of

Some detail of

A new work

In progress

All for just

My imaginary friends

Has taken hold

Where relentless

Jokes are held

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2020

Where few of

Where few of

My works reside

Finding them was

Always thought that

But honestly I wish

 

You can’t pin

Any of this on

Me of course

When the old

Problem of quality

Over quantity

Has run out

Of short division

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2020

People are still

People are still

Using impact

In stupid ways

 

When your stories are

No longer available

If you send them home

I hope they have a great visit

 

The human chain

Can make up

For lost causes

A willing bondage

 

Even fabulous

Dinner conversation

Would not be able

To robot myself

To that wheel 

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2020

Starting to think

 

Starting to think

That any one

Having thirst tasted

Can’t even describe

This in-person thing

Meanwhile on the same tree

(With different branches)

All the cross-disciplinary

Warning and explanation

Was singing without hearing

Spoken to write- in (once, again)

The name of the father

Ever wanting to master

A folk instrument

I idly picked a thread

Revisiting my experiment

With that kind- of

Steady unraveling

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2020