seeing/saying: March 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

And the blackfish

Chased

Their holy mackerel

Into the Canso gut

And there cause

Gave way

To wonder

Meant

For breaching

Clear

Of shoals

And the flayer's

Song

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, March 30, 2014

So sorry

To see

You go

My friends

You all

So tactile

And divine

All excess

And retreat

My friends

Finds limit

In goodbye

Goodbye

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, March 29, 2014

The Hopi bowl

Came from the back

Of a blue Ford

Pickup

A hue

Deeper than

The sun

Bleached sky

The pueblo hound

Sought the creek

And shade

That was then

Me more

A person

Held

Tom McGlynn

Friday, March 28, 2014

When was

The last summer

I can recall

A fountain

Hoped for

Not to drink

But all

Aflourish

Vivid blue

And red

Bleed into

This key

Misplace

Picked up sticks

Clattered

Like my arms

To ground

No such thing

As chores

I would smell

The chamomile

And its kin

Crushed against

My other cheek

Before that field

Had gone

Too grave

This last

Burns my eyes

Dried of clarity

As the stubble

Sticks my socks

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

In this cave

Oft dreamed

My shadow

(I don't worry)

Long

Mocks the bellows

Of the bear

Snoring out

Its summer patch

While underneath

The litter leaved

Sunlight breaks

Into a seed

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

A certain dread

The baby new

Come once

And fade

To black

"Don't look to me"

That way

It looked

Upon
Its little back

Tom McGlynn

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Irish waitress

With her fine ideas

Thought

To thicken the soup

"It's as if they march on air"

"There's nothing there"

Then she continued

To serve the troop

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Words to avoid

While flying

Credibly strain

An over view

Unfully grown

In to fill

A canopy

A story

For to rise

Tom McGlynn

Friday, March 21, 2014

Stitched

Across the valley

Low

The weaving stream

Of melting snow

Swells the dam

To overflow

To take the town

By don't you know

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Barely

Barely
A jar

In Jersey

Makes it

Round

To port

Digging the garden

State to hills

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Wheelies

On the mound

Rose up

Behind

The municipal building

Dared the wind

To get knocked

Out of me

Tom McGlynn

Stuff goes on

Fires immobile

Homes to sum

Emergencies

And nicks of time

Piling up self
Storage
Been

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Glued

The puzzle cow

In pasture

Permanent

Retains

Awooden

Peace

Tom McGlynn

Monday, March 17, 2014

In the parking

Lot full

Of brass bed

Frames

Turned furlough

My western

Gleams

Tom McGlynn

Combusting down

From a forest

Climaxed

We left the stellar

Jays to scrounge

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, March 16, 2014

A tongue

In a groove

Has split

In two

(A joiner's

Parlor trick)

Called to the carpet

It slithers the night

But I couldn't

Give a lick

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, March 15, 2014

The plaster keyed

Against the lathe

Clinging there

For many lives

Traps the soot

Of syllables

Spoke to black

The walls away

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, March 13, 2014

I sought my level

At the time

The vassal was

Unspoken

Now he steadies

Up this hill

To cheer

The standard

Broken

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

I got nothing

For you

I’d swim

The tide

To beat

A wake

Between

My arms

If salt

Was

For

Giving

Tom McGlynn

Monday, March 10, 2014

Smooth river

Smooth the spill

Way- crumbled

Smooth the sound

Slipping

Rock-ridden

The last spring

Strewn

With sycamore scabs

And bud clung arms

Spearing wet

Dusty fingers

A void

Gapes under

March

Water shed

Smooth the curl

To sing this bath

A mothered leaf

Will be

Eddy held

The light -broken sun

Is diamond split

In riffs and seams

This bending neck

Is loosed of veins

Folds

Of marble strain

Flow this wearing mantle

Hear

(You are fixed)

For here

(You are spoken for)

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Nebraska

Reaches

Even longer

In memory

Blurred in fact

By the speed

It took

To raise

A state trooper

There

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, March 6, 2014

A road

Tripped on

Sun belt

And gas stolen

Yet took us

Green

To home

The "Gap"

Then

Was literal

A cleft in a vale

Between states

A landmark

Of leaving

And return

(How many stakes

Drive a windy rag

As shelters flap

Incessant)

(A certain glare

Reflects old paint

Moving past

Color stills)

In fixed

Atlas hands

Cracked

Another latitude

Depending upon where

One asked

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Since I have turned

Again

I do not float

I do not contemplate

The flood

An hour

Or two

Receeding

Will not

Rewillow

Ravaged banks

What

Have you

Built ?

In a second story

The students

Are restless

Copying verse

Scratching feathers

Into ash

Since I have flown

Hope does not float

For in the garden

Where all love ends

Is buried faith

Overwatered

Tom McGlynn

Monday, March 3, 2014

All that was left

Of the floor

That shone

A surface urgent

Is stretched

In perspective dull

A cross

Now it’s a chore

To lift a quill

Down to you

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, March 2, 2014

What will

Biddeth me

This gravity

Once time

In mind

Now actual

What first flight

In aim of light

Expansive

Now contractual

Has given way

To donkey bray

And mud in heel

Just factual

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Where is there

More auspicious

A place stuck

Than the center

Of Flatbush

Saturday

What delivering alternator

Charges

These Whitman lanes

Joined as wheels

Over Canarsie trails

Hurtling then stopped

Then hurtling

East to bays

West to rivers

All as tides

Look out! Look out!

The 99 cent store

Has gone!

The wig seller

Hawking his

False heads

Will have

To hand- truck it along

Down 4th Avenue

A ways past

The fate of car washers

Barely hanging

At their exit

The stages of vagrant

Speculation

Flux their muscle

Until that directed day

A promenade is fixed

To be sold as well

Detailed

And soon- made

Bound

Sand made stone

Quits the churning

Asphalt lurch

Obsolete as tar

Haunted

By dinosaurs

Screeching

To be braked

For sprinting

Is there a test

That I can run

Auspicious

On Flatbush

Saturday

Tom McGlynn