seeing/saying: 2016

Friday, December 30, 2016

What is

Footage

That revolve

A complex system

More places

Stunning color

Your brightness

Short-lived

Forever

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Jesus in the new world

Undertaking measures

Packaged up but

Still bent

By force steps

Shown here

Generates a platform

Surplus of query

And command

Where everything

Finally stuck

In dividual drives

What looks outside

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday’s child

In a white field

With a wolf

Both profiles next

As one day
From the distance.

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Changes of a foot

Maybe I’m not

As shell-shocked

As you, resigned

For the first time

In almost

The way things

Simply are

Walking to

And fro

Tom McGlynn

Monday, December 26, 2016

Welcome to a whole

New world

Of entertainment

Many of us

Have mean time

Off while

The branches still

Hold snow

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

First joy

In a while

Too decades

Have shaped

My understanding

The invisibilization

As delined in cells

Momentarily snap

Us out

Tom McGlynn

The amount of time

This had to take

Resort to

Officially or

On hiatus

About this

Kind of thing no

More than lip

Service is given

Gloss

These old white crooks

Look for that warm

And fuzzy feeling

Counting on coup

And a scattering

Of crow

Don’t feel it’s realistic

To watch the first footage

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, December 18, 2016

The sun out of bed stood (after Elizabeth Bishop)

The sun out of bed stood
Blinded by a waning moon
(of certain without humility, of himself,
As he always, always brows down)
Close and near inside sleeplessness
As if uncertain he’s a nighttime walker

Of a microcosm inhabited,
He'd glare it, under heavens
Or he'd loose a tide of sand
Either a shore, off which he would outcast
Unwrapped distain on a dusted shelf
Or to fetch shadows from a castle mound

Out of this stormy invention he's righted
And what's righted is ever left
Where suns are foggy spread
As he slept all day
When hell is as deep as the storm line

Isn’t it then shallow, as damp his sandy stain

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Quietly sold

Turned away from

This lovely plot

Of earth

Plowed under

A terrible

Mirror sky

At first light

Then unbearable

Suggestion eats

All its way

To the bank

Tom McGlynn

Didn't sleep

Didn’t sleep

Have any doubts?

Some thing

Has been broken

This is called

In theory

“That exchange”

Too much

To take in

Before risking

The opposite approach

What will come together

In a traveling show-

(Mind your will

Build an extension)

Your tenets to escape

The stupid smile

Of soldiering

Wins the war

Of soldiering

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Winter salmon

Flow characteristics

Of their spawning

Nesting pockets

But can be

Only once

And then die

Larger gravel

Ground in

Hooked waters

Then toward the sea

Approaches natal sand

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Winter almost

Once more to

Confront unfounded

Traveling missals

Hostage held

To migrating wind

Blown annunciate

Wallpaper thin

Through a twisting

Mercury mind

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, December 8, 2016

No one

Else-knew

About the room

Who among us

Can imagine

A day-lit wayward

Gravel gleaming

Yellow- lined mesas

Kiva egress

Shaped in smoke

At mountain top

A shallow well

Evaporate

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

I have trees

Water, the most

Unbelievable land

Scaped, belonging to

Some same realm

Enclosing, covering

Always

Keeping two

Incident in mind

My favorite

Afternoon-long

Picture ever

A free-decade

Time lapse

Silly putty

Of the earth

Tom McGlynn

Describing a race

We could start

A bit earlier

To wander

A new

Straggling

A way

Tom McGlynn

Monday, December 5, 2016

Confluence reach

(Volumes under the bridge)

This has been going down

Since we got here

In their shops

Worn heralds sing

Deepening

Their presses

Between river

And town

Time- stoppered

News of the day

Throws its sentence

Over volumes

In mean time

The cherry woods

Lay their own

Hard-fingered spans

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

Sunday, December 4, 2016

After the rains

So much of it

Comprised in gutters

Perpetually jointed

Has come bending

My attention

A world sails by

In it’s gulf

Don’t want

No invention

Come by easy

No Sunday craft

Or Fridays tossed

Upon invention

Don’t need no

Held-up fire arms

No sunny disposition

Tongues are already

Parched for words

Too swollen

To channel the rain

Tom McGlynn

Friday, December 2, 2016

That woman embraced (after Wallace Stevens)

That woman embraced a cleanly chance

Unaware then she lived ignoble, so she lived

Lightness, something and inhuman proto-life

Released or let her go from the shallowness of earth

Simplicitate, ethereal rain, trackless out of whom

I doubt with faithlessness, beyond faith.

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, December 1, 2016

On earth

Do my colleagues

Place any faith in

On line

Before capitulating

To the power of

Uncertainty

They look lovely

Altogether

On the shelf

In pieces

Applied before

The warp

There are a couple
Of detail shots

Tom McGlynn

Monday, November 21, 2016

Mother and father

Here lies buried

Your unwritten law

There

For I am

Speechless

What took of custom

Has no niche

No sacred home

There

For I move

Yet restless

Over the landscape

Slightly bowed

A sun bequeathed

Of gravity

If only

You kept us secret

Mother and father

Rather than

Broad casting

Your fondest

Wishes reckless

Laws unto themselves

I find myself

Here

Wishing I were

Secret still

Children, please

Repeat after me

I must not play

Time out

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, November 19, 2016

When awakened

Or just before birth

There you will have

Discovered dances in

Tibetan snow

Or an eagle craning

Or gold dust

Streaming down

To just then be taken

By a sportsman

Weighing his catch

Hemmed in by gadgets

Ringing this reservoir

Impounded

As it were

You gasp on

Watery meant

A gape for

Your ownliest

Remembering now

What you were

Rudely orphaned

Raised in races

Process pelleted

Your silver sides

Swaddled for

Domestic consumption

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 18, 2016

A pleasure to

Get to mete

Eight days removed

And lucky-guessed

You

Or someone

Waiting for

That last

Part to dry

The performance

Was disrupted

Latest to be called

As close as I can

Without going over

The branches

Blue again

Who was ever

Meant to reason

With the whether

Or not

I would flatten

You so against

The laden willows

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, November 17, 2016

I might even

Lose some

Friends because

Of it

As long as

I am fortunate

I can surely say

This windswept
Coastal outpost
You all mind
If I praise
God

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Real photos

Of the wild

West especially

Those we don’t

Already know

And understand

Like immature

Eagles dive fire

On the mountain

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

If anyone needs

Some unexpected

Gift to them

With my low

Level of achievement

I don’t know

If I can make it

But my parenthesis

Will be there

In all honesty

What is wrong

With people

One of the worst

Concepts for

A monument for

The master’s tools

Is broken

Would have- beens

Soundly defeated

Train themselves

Another bear

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Alarmism saved

My family from

Hitler I played

That song for

You once.

Tom McGlynn

Experience

The new voice

Of literature

You who ridicule

We indicative of

Electronic rigging

Have already coined

Fist as paws

But I don’t think

It’s a model picture

See how we

Are helping men

To succeed

When you can’t
Say something in words

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 11, 2016

The vitality

Of daring artists

Woke up yesterday

Kept meaning

To tell you

Protesters dressing

Up as cops

Without standing

In sight what

A wind for

Us all

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Of a course (after Emily Dickinson's #49)

Of a course

The summer’s army hums

Still in this lot-allot this song

Toward many broad nights

All bleary-eyed

Cross fields of Dove

And kills of Cole

To lay down brown

On river’s edge

Scaffold to

A piping wren

Shaken feet

Of clay and soot

That smell of muskrat

Housed in banks

Unbearing wind

And godly springs
November sets

It's bones

Tom McGlynn

Friday, November 4, 2016

For those of you

Interested in the new

Materialism

Like the slow

Movement over

The image

Brags that he made

Sure

Love and sex

With robots

For information

And to enroll

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, October 29, 2016

A folded relief

The complex

Humanity of which

Showed me

In the search

Full of detail

Where does it
All go

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, October 23, 2016

First curator

This is how we

Shall always

Remember him

On the advantage

Plane where

The conversion starts

On and on

Even playing long

Colored fields

Highlights and dark

Options

Destined to deny

Rescue from dusk
To sedate dawn

Just to meat

So expiring

An artist

Tom McGlynn

Female minimalist

You should know

That’ll scare

The kids away

Their dependency

Has always claimed
Our monopoly

Tom McGlynn

While being

Primarily smoked

Only seconds

To be liked

Mirror shores

Up vibe

To the mix

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Allow a hollow

Marshy hope

Among ridges placed

A whiff reflection

An inclusion

Away from

A mason’s berth

Where does

The sumac persist

Its reddening

Tom McGlynn

The sun influent

On my back door

Chased the squirrels

Off winter

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The sore did

Iron eyes

Invited to

The reception

In their honor

Were real savages

Any more

Stumbling down

The gangplank

Where the ferns

Bar the norm

Splenetic, new, novel

Royals have not

Truck

To deal with

This rubble

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

The sensory packing

For alarm clock

Back capital

Finds itself

Surrounded

By a line of crowds

Tom McGlynn