seeing/saying: July 2013

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Eagles are like

Pigeons here

They congregate

Up on the hill

Where a flying city

Never stood

A chance to shine

For freedom's sake

Occupied

With hunting game

Now crumb squabbled

Endlessly

The beak and claw

Still sharply work

At carcasses

Upon the bank

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Rose of Sharon

Grows readily here

In a reclaimed cove

A beauty of the plain

As does meadow grass

Alluvial in its way

Their relieving task

Comes naturally

Seeding this dream

Of houses

How many renovations

Root at a floating world

Borne and borne again

Loosing a mouth of pebbles

Tom McGlynn

Friday, July 26, 2013

The low hanging branches

Hung on

By the scolded whip

Whose kin dressed

In camouflage

Thicketed

The mother tongue

Lashed

And by anger

Parched

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, July 25, 2013

I might just make off

With this sarcophagus

Run around with nymphs

And satyrs

An empire is built

From such theft

But

A reefing page

Leaved by a wave

Returned to replace

My diadem

Diatomically opposed

To histories carved bereft

Tom McGlynn

I wouldn't pay

Too much heed

To the sway

Of a lost cat

That can perfectly tail

The small world

In your flagging light

Without

It becomes you

In leaps and bounds

Always marking home

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Light past noon

Is shy of ledges

Warmed

Unoccupied

The afternoon

Will continue

To slant desirous

Shadowing

A reaching vine

Swallows begin their circle

When the newborn rise

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Monday, July 22, 2013

Out on the point

In my birthday suit

The pull at the bottom

Of these sandy hooks

And why they furrow

Has lasted at least

Since its breakwater

Has turned to slate

Interrupting a restless rake

In a bas- relief of tides

The sea grass

Cut by distant barks

Rocks in each long cradle

Baby crab nebulas

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, July 21, 2013

What may ornament

Runs like centuries

Across the wall

When only a season's fancy

Makes a language

Of the leaves

Which roots embed

A memory

Full in depth

For grubs

To feed

Wanting a meal

And overturning rocks

The woody pipes

Of hidden thrushes

Swag their pan

Apartments

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, July 20, 2013

And there it all begins

Again

A tripping universal joint

A pinion of things

To turn about

Packing- taped in patterns

Various projects

Refused

A sheaf of stories

Baled of purpose

Half shadowed

In concrete concord

Thrown on the street

Lonely crowded

Stumbled there:

Find

These mismatched clothes

Mission scrubbed

And donated to

Uncharitable time

And so take in its monuments:

Mattresses lounging louche

Torn tarps sucking wind

Wrapping shrouds

Around utility masts

Puddles sunk in paving

Cast iron mouths

Oozing morning sump

Over sidewalks

Swamped

By outgrown plastic

Still dreaming

Childlike

In primary hue

And scribbled here:

In all the errands taken

To fix a meander broken

Is a wake of jetsam founding

A final trip to curb

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, July 18, 2013

There tiger

There there

The grass

You mat

When sleeping

Hid

Ravenous to be

Awake

Another cat

Untracked

By muddy prints

Transparent

Through the undergrowth

Multiplied

On forking paths

Invisible

There there

You will be

Forever striped

Neither stalking figure

Nor uneven ground

The secret to your scent

Revealed

Tom McGlynn

It's pretty out there

Turn your head

And all the sea

Has disappeared

Coal black trees

Climb cliffs underwearing

Mud and turf overtop

Propagating

Weeds of time

Fringing

A bathtub bay

And a town called

Marshy Hope

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Cranking up a generator

Unmaking the morning piece

Public works

Lift the grates

Of night sump

In lieu of going fishing

Which practice

Has a more aspiring

Catch

But is less a trade

At civil hours

Whose job

Hunting is not

But occupies

Coffee and donut

Seconds

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Gathering an audience

Round

Beyond containing

Applause

The flayed man

Justifies

His plane

A bloody curtain

Drawn

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Considering the light

Of a rotting vision

Under a peach slice

Moon

It strikes

As natural

I scarce my will

Not at all

The same

As a daily

Pit at noon

I drag across

The sky

On purpose

Tom McGlynn

In a close morning

When already

July pulls waves

Piling clouds

Behind the city

Block

My sleep begins

To sound

Sinking in the street

Swimming in a season

A swale in trilobite time

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, July 13, 2013

There is a name

For stalking

Murder

Called

By a callous chorus

Justice

There is a name

Attached to the tag

And bag of hygiene

Anxious

Of a messy trail

Called
By a callous chorus

Peace

There is a name

But no number to call

To get even

A first response

To truth

Tom McGlynn

So big deal

You've found a way

To second a motion

Appearing an actor

When nobody claps

A clown raising

The first question

Wrong

Don't just do something

Stand there

Explode little ticket

Unredeem

There are more things

Known

By guttersnipes

And garbage men

Whose stink

Follows their purpose

Settling what

In everybody's nose

Remains of theory

Tom McGlynn

Friday, July 12, 2013

First on errant grass

Then concrete

Now asphalt

Grass again

A wider stretch

Of concrete

Then a partly painted

Section of yellow

And asphalt clods

More grass and weeds

Bouncing on rotten

Plywood

Under crushed

Smell of centipede

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, July 11, 2013

You in your smart white shirt

Charge down Bleeker St.

Forsaken amidst

The blackened bubblegum

That polka-dots

Your killer walk

They built this city

After such a fashion

That would warp

Any idle moment

Attempted at random

The trees strike attitudes

The trucks resume

Their runways

As you disappear

Down the block

Taking the formerly

Naked city

Tom McGlynn

Somewhere

In my search

For lost keys

A mighty building

Was abandoned

And locks orphaned

Begging to passerby

Indifferent

To any address

Not likewise

Protected

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Walking on water

Was built in a day

It doesn't take

A miracle

To make

One weak

My disbelief

In suspension

Floats

At all hours

Expecting

To be overturned

Tom McGlynn

Pretty soon

The retrieval

Of specific beauty

Will come down

To a matter

Of longing

For the past perfect

Wait of things

Upon which

A place of stone

Will pile

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A black reflection

On a blue van

Spots a red shirt

On a brown man

So the conceit

Of 24th street

Catches its summer

Dresses

Tom McGlynn

Monday, July 8, 2013

To nail a part

Geared up toward

The long run

Inclined to

A certain end

These arms extend

An invitation

To those

That might

Lock with

An uncertain

Opening

A terrible tale

To follow

But rife

With anecdotal tiers

And galleries for

Making chorus

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, July 7, 2013

It is a calling

To some able bodies

To brace this shaft

Wood ax and maul

Fashioning a way

To pull

The down up

An up again

In plumes

Of dirty songs

Said to brace

The throats

Of able bodies

Fashioning a way

To pull the down up

And up again

Tom McGlynn

A clattering impatient man

Who wouldn't note

The pit of crowd

Stepped toward center

Reeling tired

Calling squares

To spinning

Cease

Unachored

Catched

In steep

To least

Upon the door

Look what the screen

Breezed across

To sweet release

A clattering impatient man

Who wouldn't note

The pit of crowd

Tom McGlynn

Friday, July 5, 2013

What the bobcat forgot

To perform last night

A nightly strut

To steal his board

The rooster proclaims

A triumph

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

An old and heavy

Sinewed heart

Woven with care

And compromise

Scarred over

From heavy suture

Wounds easily

Without those

Cheating bones

Thrown to

The dogs

Of shepherds

Intent on

Culling the lamb

Whose young blood

Is still sacred

Tom McGlynn

There is no longer

Preparation for the day

That lacks some preface

Unauthorized

Bound so

With a stranger

Story

No wonder

I can trip on

A blade of grass

Tom McGlynn

Clustered around the yard

A harbor of wooden boxes

Holds with sleeping heads

Uneven frame for shelter

A rolling familiar dawn

For a lodging

Witness

With baggage

For staying

Past dreaming

This postage stamp cloister

Opens

A proxy

A giving way

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Soaking the sidewalk

Half brooking

The gutter

Bully weather

Reminds the sea

Of it's prodigal sun

Fattening the land

For a warm return

Tom McGlynn

Monday, July 1, 2013

To what do I owe

This attribution of vines

Overclimbing issues

Of death and dire

Housekeeping

There is a type

Meant to snap readily

For easy propagation

Hairy fingered

For more real estate

Unthrifty

But efficient

Tom McGlynn