Since we have

Since we have

Split into one

Divers, divers

Still, contained

My hand is yours

Quit trembling

Held ever

Since this

Known before

Your eyes pried

Gods

Tom McGlynn

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Plus free

Plus free

What should lay

Two to one

Understating chance

Overfilled

We wander

What to do

With difference

Creatures

Loving

The white

Space

Voiced

For no dice

Let’s not say

“And we did.”

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

A freshet frozen

A freshet frozen

In a cave

Refracting crystal

Not a slave

Winter summer

Spring or fall

Not too hard

To know it

All

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015

A fly

A fly

In January

Geologic

Making of life

Half cotton

Decades even

Sleeping

Among gods

Skates the glass

Facing south

Tom McGlynn

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Another troubling figure

Another troubling figure

Self-directed

Pendulum insists

Chanting

Google got it

Wrong

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Shifting from

Shifting from

Same devices

As a girl

A boy

A single protein

A first time

Ever rising

Comparable fires

Each story holds

All records

Few plotting

Master classes

Submit to

Random court

A tour without

An end

Seizing on

A nation

Transfers

Oversight

Don’t miss

The official

Opening

Tom McGlynn

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Who takes

Who takes

Available evidence

The crux of which

There are many ways

To scatter?

There are

The future ruins

We can begin

To discern

When is

The difference

No.

Longer different

Some of you

Have praised

“I wish I knew

Of micro previews”

For life was

Served pretty

Quickly

Hated at first

The starting point

Was strangely balanced

Depending on you

To lose sight

Of black boxes

Tom McGlynn

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Yet another

Yet another

Vital metric

For pushing

Cool reason

Up to a mike

By itself

A stand up act

Don’t it pay

To make them roar

With idle chatter?

Rely on minor policing

This breath is kidnapped

Using ladders

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Suited to the world

Suited to the world

A world composed

And fossil- surfaced

Are shades

Of ocean roil

My office

Clangs for help

Through the passage

Secret copies harden

What a very

Molten paradise

We plow

Saying now

It’s up to me

And all

That fishy aspect

The factory ships

Arcs of reason

Long lines

To bottom

Line

Captivate

Gulfs of diatoms

Coursing without

Current

Light trails

At the speed

Of knots and bows

Marking the twine

Ahead!

Tom McGlynn 

copyright 2015

Almost every child

Almost every child

Of artists

Rather than the handful

Maybe

A stupid question asks

How far are we?

A fine abandonment

And now

Onto work

And other changes

This piece

And many others

Is now

A secure location

Not gone

A day without food

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Means is a ruler

Means is a ruler

When freedom strikes

Odd –eyed and ponyed- up

This after a nightmare

That ran for weeks

Not placing

Only for a moment

A blood -orange sun

Was hung

As though the blur

Was nowhere fast

The emergency use of irony

Comes to construct

Anything it can’t run down

Your inaugural

Lies outside

A narrow stream

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

A full second

A full second

Breed -strife

Always

Makes sense

The effect of

This game

Since the wheel

Begins today

Reading more

Atmospheric

Let me put this

To you direct

This stuff

Was happening

With the article

Indefinite

A white house

On a green hill

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Don’t worry

Don’t worry

Each mind

Is a total factory

With logic to labor

Game on

This morning’s gambit

Angling your legs

More than life

Itself

Crouched in

Elaborate defense

Keep and eye out

For fireworks or guns

Shot and trembling

Many will miss

The fury

And the sound

And the craquelure

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015