seeing/saying: June 2013

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Unlightly thrown china

The thick kind

Resents the busboy

Loudly

As the frazzled broom

Repeats a closing sentence

Quietly

Until cornered

Tom McGlynn

Friday, June 28, 2013

Peel down

The corrugated

Door of dusk

Gated to shed rain

And chain lightning

Scuttled between furrows

Fox like

Hunting

Scrappy at a remove

Worrying dawn

Tom McGlynn

A room with a stage

A small one

Lent intention

To each night

Knowingly relived

With guitars, drums, bass

Screwing up the dial

To historical volumes

Freed and bound

By glory

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Without a lamp

Up against

A barkless tree

Floating

The swamp recalls

My boot

Limping through

Dry branch

Fire ants

In sense

Of threatened home

My foot lights

Ginger

Out of reach

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Small circling orbs

Small circling orbs
Cook unwatched
Muscles
Expectant of
A winded reach
A bursting heart
Ascends regardless
Hungry of the bends

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

A big long sound

Shears sweetly

Into flannel

Left pond shored

And dreaming pacific

Stopped at sea

Climbing stories

(Miller's spring)

Cleft from tenement

Landings

(Not mine)

And a history

Young

Leapt from place

Ignorant of rent

Soft life torn

From shoulder

By those bearing blades

Exposed new wings

To let

No shallow dive

This joint

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, June 22, 2013

God don't be topical

A fake mouse

Might give pause

But not extend

A playful claw

This mess of cramps

Moon pulled

And broadcast plain

Will be enough

To mull

For killing time

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Were you thinking

When I first smelled

A warning of cumulus

Your darkened face

At the place of accord

On West 8th St.

A heartless young man

To take this cup

The idea of the well

In convenient time

These clothes

The cymbals of the day

He's since worn

Reckoning unnatural

Bleached in a low noon

Tom McGlynn

You cannot just come in here

Thinking with a purpose

To occupy my time

With reason

Entering

You abandoned hope

And other fatal coinage

Flinty fingered

A thousand cuts

Chips a river bank

With angles

Sparking downward

At the mouth

A rocky crossing

Made

Untolled

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

First light

Then wool

Then tile

Washed of masks

Brushed up

Against my skin

One to another

Woven

Tom McGlynn

Monday, June 17, 2013

I guess so

With gesso

Bonded icons

And barely wood so

Green skinned

And leafy haloed

Are attended

By cross hatching

Hosts

Sanctum onlyest

Termites

That tunnel between

The ply

Of paint and

Splinted prayer

Tom McGlynn

Now there is a way to wear

My morning jacket proper

Having found

Chair backed

Its false alarm

Not sown

But appliquéd

Easy to reverse

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, June 16, 2013

At the fantail
You fought
For a place in line
At the barber
You made a futile charge
Out of your depth
On a destroyer

A bad haircut
Was a holy engagement
When I was young at sea
And your duty it was
To trim the tops

Neither one of us
Was ever very good
At choosing our battles

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

His girl was no longer

A lady in wait

For benediction

Having kept her grace

Unaltared

A cloud of itself

Assumptions were made

Condensed of reverence

And magically reasoned

Father's shoes

Were too pointed

Up at the end

Anyway

Bad for climbing

Days of heaven

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, June 15, 2013

That new bridge road

Depression built

To occupy the let go

Suspended one hour

A clinging boy

To brook under trips

Of cosmic span

Tom McGlynn

Friday, June 14, 2013

The path trespassed

Rude scrub

And scratched

Parallels

Bound

To city limits

Blazing

Tom McGlynn

Rain,rain

Rain, rain

Come away

Go again

Another day

Between the mold

Of puddles

Muddled

Wetter than

And then some

Doused

Between the rocks

A bubbled level

Waterlined

A leaky beaker

Smoothing down

The riven

Striven

Sedimental

Melting rime

Go again

Another time

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Within a dark yard

Of 10

No thrown voice

Or scattered

Can

Convince me

This tom wasn't

Born before 9

A thousand times

Tom McGlynn

Alight green bug

On lens

While I decline

To name

The we beetle

On a June

Wall

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Got paper shake screeds

And rumpled

Still skinned needs

With contract pupils

On die lated

Tender hook feeds

And a bunched up

Rosy roled

Fly cat

Ripple rap

Shanty pap

Shilly shadow

Standing hat

Burning

In a lee love long

With fingers

Boo nailed

To a cruisy fixed bail

In a strip maul

Racket ball

Free for all

Mart wall

Flat foot

Frat bat

Bang

Tom McGlynn

Monday, June 10, 2013

Blown with a wimper

Quietly mad

Our tattered map

Is pinned

To a closely watched yard

The prize

Of plottings

Shuttered out

And toward the hill

Will shed a

Helpless banging

Damping down

A wounding wind

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, June 9, 2013

It will hardly matter

In time

Rolling up the sidewalks

Comes easy

Once you know the drill

This is the same slate

That once barged downstream

Drifting to rise

A city

Tom McGlynn

Friday, June 7, 2013

It’s a job

Keeping warm

Adjusting

For whether

Or not

Comfort

Can be had

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, June 6, 2013

In the hall of the northwest coast

A parlor

Game of magic

Shifts from crow

To bear

Beaming council

Houses masked

For a potlatch

Launch

A cape of bark

Sheds reign

Upon a mettle

Trade

A box

An ax

A skin

A title too

A family song

Pass through

The mouth

Of beaver

Headed home

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

No giddy gyre

A vulture's flight

Wheeled to scope

A pearlized lens

Shiny shins

A rib bed perch

Rung from life

A meal to grub

No altar for

These blackened wings

No apse to make an offering

They carry on

Transfusing blood

Coursed in vain

Of timeless rings

Tom McGlynn

Spinning copters

Are not reassuring

The air of its tether

A distance gulled

Won't romance

Their flight

The milling of radar

Impatiently sweeps

Mathematic webs

Closing on long division

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

So gentle tread

The thunderhead

Stacked and heaving

Overhead

Racked and fluffed

In billowed bed

Dreaming currents

Windy led

Then bottled copper's

Ductile bend

Shall to the other

Loudly send

The other

That will reason rend

Then bolt upright

To ground upend

Tom McGlynn

Monday, June 3, 2013

The universe is bruised

Big arguments have held

Their sway

Waking wounded

Matter

Palmed in womb

Of expectant

Space

Feels the push

Resenting harbor

Contracting

Muscle

For raising dust

On windless points

And fiery bays

Kiting and swimming

Angry idylls

Contained of black

And blue

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, June 2, 2013

No discretionary

Come in line

Halted

Fifth column

May efface

Legion skinned

Eagles

Hooded

With buzzard lids

Laced in rows

Alternative

Boots grind

In place

Of the sand dance

Slide

Tom McGlynn

Feigned import

Of chrome green

Apocalypse sun

Café sized

Ambition

Chains dog loyal

Rangy smells

Of game

Tom McGlynn