Thursday, October 31, 2013

There is a speech


There is a speech
Delivered to stone
That might receive
An answer

These are the words
That multiply hope
To simply become
A cancer

















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The drums begin


The drums begin
Before the door
Shuts on a
Blade of time

Unnaturally
A slicing through
Levels the
Playing hands

All the pretty dancers
Run to home
In on
Their hastened
Wound
















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The best years


The best years
Of our lives
Return from campaign
Ravaged

An alternative end
May have us joined
In a heart one
Bitter harvest

The flooded fields
A grid of targets

Let's ride the pickup
Down the peninsula
One last time
The duck motif
On the motel drapes
A joke between
Lonely hunters


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Monday, October 28, 2013

These presents


These presents
Still-brought
To my door
Were at one time
Full of perches

A place to bed
One down
Can so be
Weather flown

Beyond the garden
Lay a hose
Snaked out
For stalking
Thirst




















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Waitless kisses



Waitless kisses
Drafted on air
Are stolen breaks
Unworn to care
A bait of breadth
Fleet of late
Won't relieve
The lack of wait

























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013

The sun is tired


The sun is tired
The trees are tired
The children in the street
Are tired
The wind is tired
The sea is tired
The slot to slip a fee
Is tired
The concrete is tired
The asphalt too
Nothing rests
Till it gets to you























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Your urgent tweet


Your urgent tweet
Can't compete
With the thrush
At dusk
Which throws
Its voice
Beyond around
The house
Of man
At dusk



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

You can shoot


You can shoot
The breeze
Until its shot
And wait until
The world forgot
To wend the wind
A way

You can talk to a tree
But then again
You might just love
Remembering when
Its spirit became
A shade

You can paint
The wall
The color of brick
But each joint
Of the course
Remains as thick
As when you first
Imagined it


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The site


The site
Of large mercy
Is gone
To units

With a view to
Another view
The primes
Are elevated
On a hook

In a promenade
Riding gear
Is de-rigueur
For walking
The in breed

Stopped at the bar
Small selfies beg
Tight- assed
For a five dollar
Shot

All is spent
In surgery
For countenance
An evenly distributed
Wealth
Lifting all faces















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Sunday, October 20, 2013

This has become



This has become
An occupation
Of sorts

What can one do
When faced with
Such odds

Nothing apparently
Since who cares
About about about

I can't even explain
What just happened


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Saturday, October 19, 2013

October rain


October rain
Is older
Than June
When heavy
With children
Sprinkled

These drops hold
To the pane
Longer
And windily
Rise to
A longer dawn

The pocket night
Past scattered prisms
Meets the whites
Of foraging eyes

An opossum
In profile
Runs flat
Across the road
Out of the pouch
Of October















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

These bleak rocks


These bleak rocks
Stubbed of tow
Released of air
Redressed for show
A galaxy
Of empty space
A permanent
Uncommon place
Not content
To obstacle
The ordinates
Of man's disgrace
















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

There is no transport



There is no transport
Like a look
That cuts a way
A schedule took
An unbeknownst
To you or eye
Inflamed of habit
Passing by
A life a liberty
Of time
Too easy made
An awful rhyme



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

A woman once said


A woman once said
She could tell
From a walk
Just how
A person
Stood

There have been
Clues
All along
That her world
Is climed
With gentle
Men

A knot
Or wisp
Of hair
Can heel them
To the ground

Tell me
How does one foot
Follow through
The other
At such
An insistent
Gate


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

It is dark


It is dark
All the art
That places
The runners up
Has gone
To rest
Its take

Any conference
Opens to the floor
Strewn with
Correspondence
Letters barely dead

Though nothing
Is charged
Neither debts
Are waived
What day costs to break
Must milk the night

The street
Isn’t rushed
Laying wait
For the trees
Descending
To cat around
October- like














Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Creaky planked


Creaky planked
Star-crossed and prone
To ratty speeches
Long in tail
These politicians
Plucks their briefs
From skins
Of former
Constituents
Aroused by
Thwarting magically
The chord that birthed
A thousand shifts
A tidal pool
Of years

When babies are chucked
Beneath their chins
And wail like men
With gartered shins
A salty stream
Is preferable
To a bath
In crocodile
Tears





















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The mockingbird


The mockingbird
Never seems
To land shy
Of anxious declaration
Looping

His flight
Of babble
Has nested deep
In my lizard brain
Somewhere between
Genus and species
And other taxidermied
Classifications
Of mine

This white and grey
Feathered climate
Permits a stay
Of eviction
But no perches
On locatable rest

















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Quite desperate


Quite desperate
You rigged
Your shallop
Coasting

And chance
Uncovered
A winter cache
That starved
A summer peace

Not yours
Of course
But providence
Retained
A killing
Reason

You who would
Follow a hunch
To hobble a land
With no limit
Had such
A poorly compassed
Heart


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

At 10 o'clock


At 10 o'clock
Do you know
Whose gods
People are

Left
As you are
To your own
Device
Your time
Might be off

As migrant
As the moon
Half-past
Which sails
Beyond
Your pale


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Friday, October 11, 2013

Go welcome



Go welcome
Into the kicking leaves
Scattered and curbed
Your play
Is waiting
In these
Left by
The fleeing sky
Slanting indigo
Shedding whatever
Ever was



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Thursday, October 10, 2013

All that was


All that was
Recalled
Walking down
The street
Was the grouper
In the Vietnamese
Restaurant tank
That seemed to be
Greeting dinner
Or happy to be
Just ornamental

What peace
To be in
Your own
Service
When the grenades
Could still easily
Float
And a family
Swamped
Might not
Have sailed

What peace
To ornament
An orphan star
And to keep it
In country

What pulp
Preserved
Can reef
This island
When on the main
All history stopped



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Pouring in on



Pouring in on
Just how
Stripped
Of vassals
His estate
Was moted
In the fire
Next time
He leers
Upon his
Legacy





















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The switchback


The switchback
Climbing
Through live oak
And grass parched
Straw dry
Pulls dusty trains
Of leads followed
Through a shafted sun
Whittled back into
Cold ruts
Of the last rigs
To limber down
Lightly here

A meadow
Straying music
Sounds farther
Up the country
Stuck in a hollow
Rocking

Back and forth
The hollows sounded
All hearing of them lost
On a hogback road

The black sage
Has loudly perfumed
This evening
Crushed inside
Of valley fingers
Minted on the breeze

















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A table


A table
We go served
A mesa
With no access
A plain
Brown envelope
We go
Flying in the
Been 
























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Monday, October 7, 2013

Devils are hiding


Devils are hiding
Beneath your bed
Happy to haunt you
Until you are dead
Their crying in hell
Is to water your dreams
Children can tell
What a parent just seems
Whatever will meet you
Inside this half night
Will never complete you
Before the first light













Tom McGlynn
copright 2013

Sunday, October 6, 2013

She cried brightly


She cried brightly
Through the fair
The fair
And early
Chorus

Piping higher
At the versus
Mourning
At a mother's
Stall
As a child
Too young
Forebearing
A feather plucked
Her heirs
Airs of string
And hammers
Dulcet

Blonder than the sun
Shone before
The water breech
Flashing irises
Past- reflecting blue

She cried brightly
Through the fair


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Set up the chairs


Set up the chairs
Reading from left
To right
The room
Won't be deep

Attendants
May get a word
In edgewise
When their names
Are up

Hands on the table
Face down

Just assume
The nave
Position

From no
Echoing
Footstep
Will you
Know this
Suite

Friday, October 4, 2013

You obviously


You obviously
Don't care
About those
Cheap shoes
You wear
When the train stops
And then
You ascend
To the street















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Curious on that


Curious on that
Score
No notes
Are sounded out

All were
Played
In such
A kick
As to bend
Their music
Boxing ears


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Igneous in my


Igneous in my
Deer imagination
A train of fawn
Blurs across
The sumac
A brush
Combing red
And cracking
The gneiss
















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Lost count on



Lost count on
Roman skulls
Washed
Downstream
In former
Colonies
Even so
The graywater
Might be fouled





















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Away in Hamburg



Away in Hamburg
When the trabbies
Clogged the roads
And a passenger
Could pick up
Western marks
At the post
A family of four
From back east
Cruised 
The Reeperbahn
At midnight
As if todt
Already


















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

There is a leak


There is a leak
Springs eternal
Puddling
The hollows
Puddling
The odd
Older hollows
A number
Too small
To mention
Comprising
A mouth















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013