Made of ocean

Made of ocean

Plastic

Find your next statement

Apiece in spiral chambers

Obscured in ink

Retreating

Under-rocked

Then again

Up she rises

In all get out

No need for cheap

Her thrill

Almost complete

On the big lake

I surface

Returning

A dragon fly

May- in

Much of our correspondence

Much of our correspondence

Having considered to become

One by some sort

Of magic

Quietly made history

There are some

Really good books

Laying around

That's how we prefer

Our capital

Feathered

As for victory

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Merry may

Merry may

You meet me

May merry

Does it burn

Our hearths are cold

But on the hills

The mounting bonfires yearn

We’ll slip between the alders

The scotch pine

And the birch

May eve we’ll go

A clinging

May eve
We’ll give us birth

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Having no proper

Having no proper

Family named

We plaited mint

On tabled edges

Warming leaves

A way from coolness

A wardrobe creaks

Embedded creature

Asleep but now

Restless, stirred

Companion to

A feline plaint

These long- fingered

Plucky daydreams

Sounding board

A dress of mirrors

Rain meant  

For a herald

Jangling

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

The school of thinking

The school of thinking

Making words

Enduring a conference

Too, cloudlike passages

Art of ought

Set in

A darling foundry

That iron would stress

The elemental modum

Not another call

For papers

Or patent massacres

To drive

The root cause

Of stumble

Rut- down

In a trail of molds

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

The people behind

The people behind

Your luxury

I imagine

They’re beautiful

What I believe

Is called

The dressing room

Mostly means

Protecting the edges

What are your tips

To overcome sleeplessness?

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Privacy terms

Privacy terms

Have you ever hazard

To guess

Cookie

The best performance

I ever heard

Here’s one for you

In thought

Territory

Evacuated of its continent

Love in mind

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Had we the chance

Had we the chance

To brook an afternoon

The red-winged blackbirds

Would, a company make

Trilling to the corps

Newt-brown conceptions

Remaining still

Beneath the rocks

Or carried turbid

Downstream

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Too massive

Too massive

40- foot high

Diagrammed

A great deal

Block

My own access

Always turning over

You’ll love the truck

I don’t much have
With it.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Spring black

Spring black

Seen

For the first time

Floating phony

Conspiracies

And attacking

Good people

In the desert of the real

I dreamed

I spent

Too much time

Learning how

To prune myself

While celebrating

One million guests

All on the verge

Of brilliant ideas

Got to hang out

With this work

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Showering once

Showering once

A fortnight

Shivered in

A glassine slip

Sheer madness

To a year

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

How can you

How can you

Begin to start

Hiking up

A raven rock

Tract-less except

For a telltale map

Three-story fold

And stone sober

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Part of a fresco

Part of a fresco

As we go

Back up a river

Eventually off color

And surfaces

Afar more modest

Imposition

A mere technique

Distinct through

Stained glass

Or from projections

Blown hot

And then cooled

There is no essential

Different between

Sand and its times

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

It dawned on me

It dawned on me

The artistic limit

At first stand-alone

Reminds one

After math

Of a hurricane

Speaking clung to

Systematically

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Steps in triangles

Steps in triangles

Circle down

Spring spillway

Soul in mid-shower

Quietly sings,

‘With this turning

I thee wind’

Brambles on

The aqueduct

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016