Monday, February 27, 2017

The good doctor

The good doctor
Wore comfortable
Shoes made
Another animal
Pretty, tame.












Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Sunday, February 26, 2017

I can’t tell you

I can’t tell you
How much fun
I am having

The story of
Ugly dogs
Happened to
Be a big surplus

As I walk too first
Sudden be the critics
In art excerpt








Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Saturday, February 25, 2017

The loss of

The loss of
Young lives
Backed by
Popular demand
A misalignment
With notable exception
Apart from handicap code
And parallel
To a science of
Dancing mosquitos
You gotta let
Volcanic vent







Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

How interstellar

How interstellar
Changed the ending
Of arrival
Is out of control

Anything to shut
Up the missionaries
On a principle
Standing

Who looks like
He sleeps in
The same dumpster
Why bother fielding
Him at all








Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Rich coverage

Rich coverage
Veins close
To full break
I did a lot
Of sleeping
Submerged under
The ocean
Less stressed

Temples can
Morph into another
Bleeding tourist
Attraction you
Will have to keep
After them








Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Monday, February 13, 2017

Always knew

Always knew
Things and mortified
To discover this
Strange song
Immense the
Cool points
Drain away
Storm breathing
Other breaths
To conquer
A clique
Or regime
Fluorescent








Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Rift seen

Rift seen
From space
Especially if
You’re feeling
Discourage
Doing all this
Shit for years

Do you recall
The occupation
Of that guy
That weekly
Trench critic

I suppose someone
Must have filled
This fuck it in
My absence











Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Nae that was not

Nae that was not
A life stir
In the tangle vine
The tangle vine
That would nae
Support the tree
But rather
Trace it down

That was bare
A leaf
Nae, a flint of bark
Glimmering on
Your anxious knot

Go about
Your business is

Your business aye
Winnowing nae










Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Saturday, February 4, 2017

What should be

What should be
Of concern
Is the sun coming
In my back door
A prism

January past
The dark is
Just a bait

This house is
Hot and cold
By turns
Beneath it beams
The lightest load









Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017

Is all of your

Is all of your
Your equipment
Making money
If agency is
A lot smaller
Mourning stock
Immediate, on sale
Which brings me
To my second
Question
To favor
One’s own country
Is such a screw-up
Deserving of purchase









Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017