As his terms

As his terms

Wane

Creative types

That unlock

Barometers

Far from

Outlandish

All demarcation

Shimmeringly burred

Five minutes were equal
To forty

Tom McGlynn

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The early works

The early works

Should they hang on

To a day job

Will have no fat

On them

They always congregate

On this particular hedge

Mini- soundtracks as it were

Steeled to the true

Stories

Thank your browse

And welcome to visit

Ceiling painting is

Really challenging

Tom McGlynn

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Thank you all

Thank you all

For supporting

That mirror

In the forest

I think that put

The windows

In our house

I unfold and exhaust

A single one

That fall

Upon the mind

Atoms of order

There are

Many sources

How are you making

And finding 

These?

Tom McGlynn

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Excerpted from

Excerpted from

A longer

Documentary

Was able

To get together

The intimate society

Of contemporary relations

A new friend

Finally

All get out

Into an other

Can you paint

My car- like this?

I had been wanting

To hear this song

And stopped looking

At some point

Perchance

In the soul

How pretty

They fly

And never stop

At all

Tom McGlynn

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U saw all

U saw all

Possible colors

Would be burglars

Often engaged

In some kind of

Wall writing

Poem leads

The reader through

Allsorts of riots

We tried to report
Yet ate our money

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

The wet

The wet

Salvages

The annuls

Of this

Beach voracious

Cliffing at

The nibbled sure

Goes on to

Rank of volunteers

Become wedged

Underneath

The towy sands

I know too

Has been

Aimed at carcasses

Familied

To stock

New navies

Until the times

Of end

Over end

Thick as eels

Adapted to

The spirit deeps

Soaked to prove

To gambol with

New bones

This strip is mild

Compared

To what is mete?

Where breadths

Of sand

Can be

Exposed

Battering more

Who knows?

To wind

Before you trough

Unequal heights

Sailing on

You’re whether

Vain

Tom McGlynn

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The hole I dug

The hole I dug

Out back

Filled over

Night

The straits

Form a mist

Crawling up hill

Clay and straw

Come pile

This earth

Otherplace

This course

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Clearly pouring through

Clearly pouring through

Data’s

Good for the garden

This has really

Got weed-rattled

A shifting

Emissions

Outside of shopping

Center

Listen, when you have time

Apparently there are

Happy accidents

And damned lies

Who be trying

To blow suns

Over and over

Who has been

Gleaning mindful

From births

Tom McGlynn

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Civil by half

Civil by half

As good-natured

Pent in

The bush

Divined by thrush

And coyote

The wind some

Comfort
Circles the square

Tom McGlynn

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