seeing/saying: October 2017

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

Monday, October 23, 2017

This boy is

My enemy

No longer

What you see

After moving

Through customs

To greet a

Weary traveler

To connect

The dots

Between nerve

Pain and anger

And now now

My My

Revolutionary

Exercise regimen

Begins anew

Tom McGlynn

Every given

Moment must

Be treated

From outside

Such a way

As to hold

Exactly inside

The poet

And them

Their machinery

Out to get us

Tom McGlynn

Friday, October 20, 2017

Clean, dry materials

Toward a liberatory

Now

Who’s gone properly

Marching off

The edge of love

Forgetting

Why you entered

The room

Just

One of my favorite

Hysterical documents

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, October 19, 2017

You may love

The water

I love

The rock

Over and below

What flows

Sum glacial

Fissure

Warming too

Are heavenly

Bodies

Up there

And under

Excentric and

Con

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Ginger in

The night

Straw men

And women

Bowered

Tinder- boxed

And crackling

Cast in amber

Rapt and wrapping

Wapping

In the breeze

Their buff

Extensions

Plaited

Baited on

The moontide

Smoky for the sun

Tom McGlynn

Monday, October 16, 2017

Down by

The river

The home

Less take

Their meeting

Trail-wove

Occurring, careless

Weed trees

Ecstatic

Shade-dusty

Penetrating, concrete

Bolt-cut

And floating

Tom McGlynn

One black

And white

Photo every day

No humans

For a week

Etc.

No one has

To do it

If they don’t

Want to

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Wake up

America your

Pure product

Has gone

Sane for reason

What we used

To call moral

Has been branded

The real

Cranked-up

And shafted

The assembly line

Of immaculate

Conceptions

Tom McGlynn

Who cares

For the headlines

Brings us

The darkly funnies

Each more

Traumatic than

The last

Well- done comrades

I’d hate to have

Been borne

During my very

First compartment

Found my stash

On the shelf

The other day

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, October 14, 2017

What scientists

Just found in

The ocean

Replied to

Its own comment

More often

Than not found in

Her own diary

Who cried when

We read it

That’s what you

Said as a child

Digging sand

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, October 12, 2017

So we make

Way through

The brackish

Mouth

Toward a saline

Sentence

The fog-held

Onset breadth

Of winter

The wild walnuts

Are still green

Shaking wet

About their vanes

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

The fantasy genre

She is helping

To redefine

As well as capture

Field recordings

Can get away with

A hell of a lot

What is

Conventionally attractive

Often loses

Everyone in the room

A majestic

And inimitable

Performer

How my little brain

Rules the world

In this narrow

Hard space

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Anything sweeter

Than a sleeping dog

What assumes

The shape of

A trunk at rest

While the clacking

Wood eats it

Hearts out

Tom McGlynn

Misremembered

The origin

Of this

But found it

Striking

And provocative

That would be

More of a relief

As an unexplained

Death in miniature

Than a slightly slurred

Speech

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Just a sampling

Our survey taken

Half- a- day

Brought out all

Things shining

Under the sun

Beyond a shadow

After noon

Tom McGlynn

Get thee

Every body

Behind digital

Transformation

Learn more

From the perfect

Neighborhood than

Trying to burn

Down the mission

I fall asleep

To law and order

Fully loaded

In advance

Safety tech

Crazy low fare

Tom McGlynn

Friday, October 6, 2017

Before opening

Before opening
My eyes this morning
Could you not

Hear the way

Our brains are

Wired off

Into the night

I think I have

To walk home
At this point

Tom McGlynn

Make tidy

Your living

Room

Not that

Guests are coming

Just that

They might at

Any moment

With friends like

These who needs

Real estate

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, October 5, 2017

The opossum

Looks for all

Intense upon

His meal of grub

And seems to a side

“Leave me be

I’m old enough

To live on my own”

Now

Tom McGlynn

No one made

Americans

Fall for that

Propaganda

Just as we look

Like we put on

Weight

Or expensive

Ass shoes

One box

Of promotional

Won’t break

No single record

Tom McGlynn

Monday, October 2, 2017

Haven’t gotten over

Yet these shards

I’ve designed to

Call out them

Every last one

Episodes in the life

For no reason

To stop every

Last one

On the street
Every last one

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Spent the last day

Preparing to be

Done with

The silence

Or as a candle

Having jumped

From your flare

To survive

Tom McGlynn