Monday, March 1, 2021

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

Saturday, February 20, 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

Sunday, November 1, 2020

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

Saturday, September 12, 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

Thursday, September 10, 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

Wednesday, September 9, 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