The voids

The voids

Planned for

The impounded river 

Were supposed

To fix

The flood

But who

Forgot

To spill

Advancing

Rain

And firm

The concept

Void

Tom McGlynn

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In getting

In getting

To the point

Where I two

Or split

By dreams

On the bridge

Across

A pause

The brook

Came to me

What is larger

Than this

Funnel

Sieved.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Thick as houses

Thick as houses

Dawns the night

Hard to see

Their frames

Process

From the one

To the next

I tack

My way

Head first

Into

The roomy

Day

Tom McGlynn

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This is sad

This is sad

Not since

Contained

Inhabited

In everything

A bowl

A shoe

A sheet

All bunched

They're strewn

Then cupped

Then thrown

What sticks

Will inside

Gain

The gut

Knifing

Through

This scenery

Tom McGlynn

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On Easter

On Easter

We thought

To witness

The Falls

Where the brass

Of Hamilton's dream

Stands bust

Over Paterson's

Mill bent

Foreclosure

On that same spot

Where cars
Of Salvadoran

Refugee kids

Make babies

In desperate

Gushes

Old Burr smiles

His traitorous

Rictus grin

Eyes shut

Death- masked

On past

Republican dreams

Locked

In the County

Of Kings

Museum

This duel

Of cliffs

And clefts

Rewakens

And quickens

A tyrant sprIng

Doc Williams

Has written

The script

Before

Barreling

Over the Falls

The fool

We seeking

Nature

Left damp

From the mist

Will crumble

Like tourists

Of time

A verse

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

In tulips dyed

In tulips dyed

Developed there

A boy

On Easter

Jacketed

Who took

The shot

A ghost

Of chance

In formal wear

Reposing

No doubt

His suit

Was proof

Kept whole

The while

The day

Was new

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

The lattice

The lattice

Left

From parties

Gone

From houses

Sold

And neighbors

Lost

Will be repainted

Once

Again

To fix

A merry

Ending

Fast 

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Know weather

Know weather

Is a thing

To share

That care

For shelter

From the storm

Weighs mortgage

Airtight

On your head

Where snow and rain

In leaking

Fall

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

The with

The with

Has gone

From this

Old waste

Left
Directly

With a belt

Of bitters sweetly

To the tongue

With buds

Of promise

Breadthless
Clipped

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Walking stones

Walking stones

Pried

From around

The church

Spall just

As well

In a backyard

Profane

Many legs

Pace

Their home

Between

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A simple chain

A simple chain

Of thought

Is time

Its flaky scale

Read in a fire

To hide

A tanned

A gutless tale

That wags

The world

Attached

To beg

The rut

Around the tree

Is run

Deeply circled

Gains the chain

While master's voice

Is tinny eared

A book is thrown

To end complaints

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

To feat

To feat

Give no

Position

Clouds

Have yet to

Cradle you

Out of range

Is herded

Blood

Less, even

Footed

Is the clod

That blinds

A hunted compass

Face

Some seed

You cast

Is shit

By birds

Tom McGlynn

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So if all ash

So if all ash

Is pollen

In times thick

With cold

Then re-ember

Me baby

Before

I sneeze

Tom McGlynn

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Stretched across

Stretched across

A line of states

Assign achieves

Escape

Velocity proper names

Where chalk is snapped

To chart

A vector dusty blue

Like chicory

Shoulders

June

In memory

Flower weeds

Stretched across

A line of states

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

The distillation

The distillation
Of would
Has at
It's purpose
The bone
Of cuttlefish

A favorite
Parrot
Sharpens
It's beak

What the waves
Give up
Lather repeats












Tom McGlynn
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Water

Water

Damages

Everything

The island

Shaped

Like a scythe

Makes no good levee

Here

Winter ivy is eaten

By skunk cabbage

And fiddleheads

Monstrous

In their time

Alien to earth

Water puts out

Fire in spring

Underneath

Shifts the ground

At last

Years flood

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

When care

When care

I pray me down

To sleep

To stay

My waking hours

To sheet

Laid out

Like maps

Of innocence

Dead to

The world

A man

Might keep

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014