Haunting is all

Haunting is all

“Get out”

The rudest address

Spirit dragging

Way- caught

In hailing

At most spectral

Height of mark it

Hauling limbs

Too smoke dance

Nearly- extinguished
Reeling

Tom McGlynn

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Down on all fours

Down on all fours

To four ladders

Pulp of fingers

Wrought, trundled

Iron

Bees on the lawn

Secretly code

Fleeing the tower

Avoid the stairs

Screaming

The storm spends
A night

Tom McGlynn

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The mechanicals

The mechanicals

Bugged in

Off hours

Unself-made

Men

Cheever’s boiler

Quits

In winter

Miller’s sump

Clogs

In spring

Forever

Infernal

Twisting

There

Authors

Tom McGlynn

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Vain architecture

Vain architecture

Unfaithful, vertical

Hangs like paper

The sky laid down

At base

Our crowd

Did houses

Bloom

Unfounded

Are missing

Continents

Tom McGlynn

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Baked into

Baked into

The architecture

Inadvertent, minus

A wonderful choice

Of footage

Continuing

A grit on war

Independent of

What 

Life hands us

Tom McGlynn

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A mark

A mark

On which

A bowl

Standing for years

A marble slab
Had been

Tom McGlynn

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Bison will be

Bison will be

On the ground

Introduced

When wanting

My ears lie

Too my eyes

Once you laid

These stories down

What warmth enrobed

You plain

So an interior decorator

Faked this particular
History

Tom McGlynn

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A heart quarters

A heart quarters

Succor

Four- squared

Inside

Its spacey odyssey

Where wolf- winter circulates

The unforgiven wind

And the blood of ice

Splayed outside

Its astral sleeve

We count on

Constellations

Warming the sky

To continence

O well

I’ll seek the moon at your throat

As you echo through pebbles

Tom McGlynn

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Promising independent horror

Promising independent horror

Almost any developed nation

In icy sea caves

So assist great minds

To delegate

Their worth in salt

Cast headless before

The horses of wisdom

Pounding on
A gavel plain

Tom McGlynn

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The opportunity has arisen

The opportunity has arisen

For me to fill

A rather large

And beautiful space

Where, less tangible

Efforts can scale

Everyone is welcome

To take 

As many risks

This square offers

Incline that character

Not important 

To its stories

Tom McGlynn

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By the time

By the time

I was taken in

By your myth
Matched socks

I was late

In putting on

My flying shoes

Tom McGlynn

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Shocking photos

Shocking photos

Of what people

Actually have

Done imagined

I guess those

Early withdrawals

Dodged a mess

Of cold turkey

Tom McGlynn

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When does the marsh

When does the marsh

Begin I forgot

Again

Rolling close

By the road

Widened too

Close by

Someone’s crowded

Family plot

A deadman’s curve

Leading to

A reformed church

That kind of linear
Time

Tom McGlynn

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At flood stage

At flood stage

The camera

On the bridge

No longer works

Its shutter locks

Trees ply

Tipping hands

Outstretched, downstream

The sky lows

Touching the tops

Of my ears

No song occurs

To my eyes

Nor brings water

To my mouth

Tom McGlynn

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Well nothing

Well nothing

Could prepare

Me constellation

Like that

Sampled

Once in a life

Time finding

Just the right

Red early

Detection is life

Saving

This wildly

Original art

At least

At this

Major destination

Here you will
Find texture

Tom McGlynn

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