seeing/saying: January 2013

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Is it reckoning unnatural

To seek a seam or find a flaw

Prized for it's flattened flowers

Or cross-sections of carbonized veins

The golem core was incarnate mud

Inspired by magical thinking

And a tendency to split layers

Between fossil words

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

A smoke column marks the spot

An abandoned camp and travois tracks

Providing they all got there

Without any signals

Or the promise of water

For poaching fish

Without dragging sticks

To carry them home

Disbanded dogs bark

At an obscure moon

Over the smoke

Tom McGlynn
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Monday, January 28, 2013

Considering this cracked safe

Of sticks, tar and brick

Shanty faced inspectors

Fail the threshold test

When vinyl steps

Loosen a way up

Railroad flats.

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Bleached in a low noon

The salted road

And gutted garbage

Complement each corner

Under the off- ramp

Leading to swampland

Flocked by winter migrants

Tuned to tundra

And down for nesting

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, January 26, 2013

All this cheap furniture

Destined for salvation

Not in use

But in re-use

As a card table

Extends the party

Tom McGlynn

Friday, January 25, 2013

The knifed water rips

Only a reflected sheath

The rush a false emergency

That slips all eddies

Over stabbing time

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Ragged rugged A cold tile floor

Ragged rugged

A cold tile floor

Beds the restive

Voiding mirror

What's the matter

Is not the case

But a brief

Containing air

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Few repaired that license to bleed

Tearing around the lettered blocks

Fixtures in barroom bathrooms

Screwing their courage

For the sticking place

A wound for a womb

The glassine past

Fetal figured and

Floating.

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Conveyed in the arc of dusk

Scraps of menial reason

Weigh demolition dumpsters

Listless as salvage crews

Mustered before dawn on 14th St.

Tom McGlynn
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Monday, January 21, 2013

A very huge and flightless bird

Scavenged here not long ago

Compared with larks of pioneers

It fled with just vestigial wings

And when a starling interval

Replaced the larks of pioneers

The prairie called for scavengers

To find the huge and flightless thing.

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

A farmer's belle did peel and so

A farmer's belle did peel and so
A bird dog crawled to chick nest coop
In her eye ergot did grow
Its trace a little loup de loup

Tom McGlynn
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Sunday, January 20, 2013

Morn the raking sun across

A brand new to the dusty store

Plied with cardboard coffee out

For occupations in distress

Paled now on a hill of beans

Not counting those that got away
Packs of rats hide into holes

That lead to stores of dusty brands

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Saturday, January 19, 2013

The khaki aerial view in Times

At distance from the daily dream

Has no smell or acrid pang

For Christian histories scattered dead

Or Prophet's wives in disarray

In courtyard's concrete blasted hole

Profane to private poetry

And plates of dates for visitors

Thursday, January 17, 2013

They've had it up to being here

Who bent more years to excavate

A home but site to separate plots

In place of pilgrim sympathy

The plans to measure egress came

To rutted yards for planting time

There now not spent in holiday

But in stoking fires for underway

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Under this dark roof of morning

Under this dark roof of morning
The table contains a sleet of lists
Rain missing its river
Runs down loosened drains
And day has not yet fallen

Tom McGlynn
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

We chased around that sweetgum tree

Shouting at each other's turn

Which would be the easier death

To drown or jump

Back when the question

Smelled of reason

Damp as leaves

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

A fixed culvert flushed

The first gut of green release

Out of the dry channel

Becalmed in a loud sea

The lobster arrives

Monday, January 14, 2013

This left over inch has no place

When sequins are re-arranged

Titanic deck chairs are re-climed

And the sedimentation of miles

Suffers a turbid re-birth

To be hulled again

Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Heights were supposed after all

To be genuine to place

Neither a blasted hill nor a blocked canal

Not grid metered or elevated

Still only the dead know Brooklyn

So long Marianne, Hart, and Walt

Each ferried widely across

An East River never exactly sounded

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The good father won't tell

What needs fixing

The house depends on a

Careless better

Who remains to warm up the seats

After the game is over

The good father shouldn't sell

Bedtime stories

The family needs to know

When to call in the cat

Who wanders the streets

Seeking its scratch

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Snares along with Hudson

Set by Delaware

Under a half moon sailing

Across a turtle bay

Cached a summer bounty

Granted to the people

Traded by the winter

For warming foreign spirits

No one saved the sachem

Who saw the cornfield maze

Rising in the valley

Helpless to the hunter

Tom McGlynn

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Friday, January 11, 2013

A night crest is fallen

Over abandoned juries

Of rooks in naves

And wormed announcers

Metered metrics extract

Tribute in little seizures

Thrown in exercise yards

And looped into doing time

Tom McGlynn
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

I heard your voice in adolescent girls

On streets full of longing

For crying out loud

Lost in expansion joints

I knew you were coming

Born in that century

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Emily and the garden Plath

Bees concerting winter lives

Routed homing pigeon's lathe

Weaving cotes for shivered hives

Thong a lark

Or stove a wale

A newt at dark

Renews its tale

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Convenience door men meet

And buzz the dump, flies in redress

At the lit end of the street

More and more is less and less

Just eat the trust

No wonder bread

Can feed the crust

Found nearly dead

Send in your chortled mass

A foyer stranger found

Wheeling in the pass

Sailing to the ground

No wonder bread

Can feed the trust

Found nearly dead

Just eat the crust

Tom McGlynn

Monday, January 7, 2013

This little light of yours

Recent rent from gods know where

Fore run from shadowed doors

To nurseries of late repair

Flowered rain hat close to ground

Jest with dada on the way

To school we must but still can found

A silly plot to meaning play

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Putting out pail fires 1,2,3

I heave the ash- strewn sand aloft

It hacks a deem most gingerly

And falls to ground an archer stuff

Tom McGlynn

Friday, January 4, 2013

A packet lies in port
A thwart, which is my seat, possessed
A seed, a son, a souvenir
Another year before the mast

At capstan arms the passengers
Winch away the straying wait
Sore liberty for contraband
Self bestowed this even tide

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, January 3, 2013

You sit convinced, half known

Pretense too mean to rest

A tattooed tin man blown

Oiling for the test

An errant son restores the knight

Into the woods displace, deploy

An unreeled arbor out of spite

A carbine's chamber toy

A giant loosed retains this right

The sling admits no slip

And broken pump lust might

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Bridge creaks gamble

Pin oak and asphalt

Trailed home to rattle

Snake crossed switchback

An herb smelling sun

Cut down beyond Sierra

Sharp in lichen shadow

Past angel falls and beer cans

Flooding granite channels

Clinging to choking rushes

Hog-backed and foothill homeless

Empty out the returns

In fire station satori

Corrupted interns spaded

Shallow ash pit whittle

Descending buzzard thermals

Devil's paint pots muddle

Creosote reeking ridges

66 in Mohave paving

Keaton's last chance gas

Profaned kiva timbers

Staked out padre's graveyard

A hole in the wall gang

Weighed in kindred spirits

Georgia's gone south now

Wintering under altitude

While snowing up the valley

Crystal speeds the plow

Tom McGlynn

Rabble stubbed the holding pen

Braked too late this sleep recline

That was now and this is then

Taxed for meter ended time

Bunker down the batter cage

Whistle up the sucking wind

Burn the prayer read purple sage

Shoot for aimless targets twinned

Nothing bucks a legend most

Unseemly as a hart attack

The kids construct a straw man host

As old bear hunters circle back

Venal burst its greasy banks

Deltas shafted then released

Mordant perch in livewell tanks

Spawning now the soon deceased

Tom McGlynn