seeing/saying: 2017

Saturday, December 30, 2017

As the birds

Less tracked

In the sky

Wandered how

The whole concept

Of air travel

Went south

Like all wings

We lack

Drone from

Above

The inescapable

Bridge back

To life

Impossibly

Turned

Tom McGlynn

This eye comes

Ancient to

Your object

All of

The ways

Your object is

Played with

By need or

Prejudice

Friendliness or

An other

Embarrassment

What separates

A score from

A lottery

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Most of the policy

Making trappings

When gathered

To wage sacred

War on ground

We might find

All together

Highly unsettling

This same

Crowded reason

Forbids me

To corral

My harmony

But low!

The times

I’ve heard

An unharnessed

Light as breath

Escapes me

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

But they’re

All magical

Can anyone

Confirm

Or deny

Thing-oriented

Authoritarians

Welcome to

The desert

The world’s

Biggest funders

Who cannot

Thank you

Enough

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Was already

Even possible

When that’s

Something you

Take on

As with

Anyone really

There’s certainly

No lack

Of silence

Directed at

Sustenance

A dog in

The woods

Shows us

His hind

The broken steps

Of pine trees

Framing

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, December 23, 2017

The most beautiful thing

I’ve seen all day

Because it’s

The one thing

I’d never under

Stood

A ravishing new production

Of jazzified gravity

Tom McGlynn

And so befriended

The horses lay

Now filled

With kind words

Stepping from

Verbal tirades

Into anything

Eternal

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Today’s political

Lesson in pictures

Scattered speculation

That’ll have

Everyone talking

Signals across

A fungal network

Another fitting

Death from above

A host of

Non-verbal

Signal switching

Looked through

And strangely

Took

Multiple times

A night

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, December 16, 2017

What to do

With dead malls

That had

Broad support

Banking on

Today for

Tomorrow

The beginning

Of the end of

Modern romance

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Delaware

Is blue

And red

This morning

In light- yellow

Suspended

The green

Bridge- rusted

Orange bolts

Strain in

Flooding violets

Tom McGlynn

Monday, December 11, 2017

Eventually extinguished

By the sea I

Clothed in surface

Tension

Place my palms

On every sure

Warming to

Each swell

Newly landed

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Just in

And half

Frozen

How did

We ever

Become

A country

Indifferent

To itself

Is it still

A work

In progress

Or a missal

Without knowing

It’s address

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Light on the river

Electrically fades

This morning when

Naïve current

Would spend

Over the spillway

Too old

For industry

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 24, 2017

A single-engine plane

Hung across

Alone bending

November air

Coughing up

Oily notes

Emptying dawn

Lately pretty

Full of passage

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

To Whom

Should I

Address

What has

Been running

Away for years

I didn’t

Until yesterday

Know what

You were

Made of

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

I wouldn’t

Recommend starting

Your day with

A survey

At the end

Of each year

This extended

Comment period

Tastes like metal

Foiled designs which

Really stand out

How well

You know this

Early exposure

Is your new name

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, November 19, 2017

So much

Has piqued

My interest

At present

That I have

Finally trapped

Any effort

To understand

The earliest

Author and

Put that baby
To rest

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 17, 2017

He’s grown

Into his mother’s

Quiet desperation

Her islands

At the side

Of the bed

Of tidal, and novel

Theories

His reader digests

The cabin

Surmounting

The fever

Crests of after

Noon

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Once again

This was

Written for

Someone I believed

To be in

Their own simplicity

In this case meant

Bending earthward

To think out days

Yet to fly

My animal stares

Restless, grieving

Over and over

The starting place

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

When waked

Just then

Recounting all

An ark of scenes

Weighing worth

Or worthless dreams

My square

Of canvas

Straining to

What waked itself

Another day

Tom McGlynn

Monday, November 13, 2017

You walk up

On the unmade

Bed of glacier

A stone score

Keyed to

Shaggy bark

Wind swept

Of its leaves

Lichened in

The afternoon

Falling down

To melted light

Which way

Will take

You home

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Compelled as

I am

To take private

Grounds for

Public use

Our national

Character

Just colonized

My imminent

Domain

Even as

The staunchest

Folk song

In honor of

Lost wilderness

Whistles between

Both ears

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Sunken

My wilder body

Little pools

Of light

Stuck in

A syrupy smoke

A great love

Has to start

Somewhere

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

A thin wall

Lies

Deeply disturbed

Eyes already spent

A good part of

The mourning

Even, as we were

Flooding

So many compartments

One by one

Tom McGlynn

Monday, November 6, 2017

From the first

Vertical wardrobe

Pulling it

All together

Stock at the

Charity shop

Was a dry

Cleaning business

Outside my full-length

Mirrors lack eyes

Quoting and digging

A blind, quoggy spot

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Are worlds

A less bright

Rich remembrance

Feeling poorly

I seldom leave

The place where

I live

Generations assemble

At the finish line

The quiet ones

Just getting

On with it

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 3, 2017

Why you should

Pour yourself

A glass of water

On your most

Productive days

What I’m seeing

Stood by

The window

Are birds, leaves

And sun

Not necessary

In that order

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

A musty read

The lack

Of binding

At this moment

We can no

Longer admire

November so

A saved date

Seeing as

The bulwarks

Of downed leaves

Barely contain

The itching wind

All full and

Pressing

Tom McGlynn

Monday, October 30, 2017

Life as

An itinerant

Careening the

Entire project

Out of

The abyss

Can’t wait

To tell what

The text avoids

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Since this dispute

Began as soon

As I left school

There was

Only one

Way to find

Out

Do we

Get our money

Back

Or do we

Forth

And free

Admit our learning

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Original concepts

Rendering

Friday night

Mumbling

Studio notes

A look see

How they too

Dry their rime

As the paint hardens

Tom McGlynn

Friday, October 27, 2017

Stopped

On a culvert

Bridge over

A brook

I spent my

Childhood

So what

Traffic I took

Serious was

Not the crossing

In the middle

Of the block

But that

Which I could

Not volunteer

Flooded
Underneath

Tom McGlynn

A chainsaw works

This morning

Remotely

Gnashing down

An embankment

Rudely stumping

Trees of heaven

Sharpened for development

Chevaux de fries

A hedge against

Any amount of

Vagrant investment

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

How can we

Have where

To come

Home from

Resting on a lot

Of assumption

About the personal

Stereo thing

The cheapest

And latest

Most echo

Made bed

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The retired men

Speak lowly in

Spanish brought

To them by

Their mothers

And fathers who

Took it as their

Family tongue

So on and on

These corners share

Some daily conquest

Tom McGlynn