seeing/saying: June 2016

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Dropping some

Similar stuff

Here

How to survive

Disruption

It's already known
I’m not
The only one

Who begins running

Toward the center

Almost finished

By the foyer

Quells time

Of placement

Yet static
Standing on end

Backgrounding

Head- fractured

Relationship with

Documentary looks

Full of reverb

Scouring

The airwaves

Some pretty

Mixed reviews

Make-up for

Cruel fashion

Still surviving

Under a dozen

Shades

Ten fingers

In the pot

All thumbs

Honey for

A hundred days

A miracle

Of nonstop design

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

Seeing me

Off to run errands

I took some

Close up photos

To dedicate

The launch

Having someone

Send out

Press releases

Like this

Has fallen

To it’s lowest point

Since this

Massacre of time

Walked humbly

To and forth

Passing around

That surrogate child
We've gone

To the market

Formula

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, June 25, 2016

History just keeps

Getting hotter

You cooled the part

Bout getting

Funky-round here

Smoking the words

Right outta

My mouth

Extremely rare

Are we have

To start asking

Ourselves

What happens

Alone outside

Tom McGlynn

So crazy cheap

That was

One fun ride

You lead us on

Is there any point

Other than that

To which you would

Wish to draw

My attention?

One evil was

Significant enough

Surrounded by

Peer death

Hardly experienced and

Nominally box-shaped

Dishonest on

An industrial scale

Every cloud

For them

It’s just paper

When you think

About it

Maybe it has

Just caused

Live whole

Not part

Dunno bout

That spilling though

Tom McGlynn

Monday, June 20, 2016

A sporty country

Transforms

Unforgettable works

Into trophy boom

Please join me

In welcoming

Pro testors

Easily bagged

I’d consider renewed

Acquaintance with

Your sleeping dimples

Rather than vote

For senseless

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Who named

These days?

Somehow this

Goes back to

The garden

A new voice

In late night

That can’t enjoy

The moon the

Ground covered

As to clover

Half again

I managed to

Dislocate

My little toe

While dancing up

Faint shadows of

Maple streets

The hammer came

Down on

Thursday

Friday

The eagle shrugged

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, June 18, 2016

The first complete

Grave of it’s kind

When all the squid

Are pulled from the sea

Including the texts of

Other theorists

Is prime for

Potluck diners

The fawning has begun

Allover, again

Spring for dears

This drawing

Catches one

Hard to scribble

Herding port

Tom McGlynn

Friday, June 17, 2016

The triangle

People are at

It again

There are

Lots of reports

So mad to see

This is taking shape

So in my

Strange state

Of pleasure

The absence

Trigged

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

I heard this

Song all my

Life

Torque and power

Through

Not that

You need to

Know this

All day long

And counting

The bouncing arrows

No one can steel

A fearsome bath

Other parts left
Me cold

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The party continues

Pleased to present

Old fruit

To new friends

I’m afraid this group

Only wants

To carve up

The assembled fixings

Sharing with their mouths

Full

Our newish

Pagan universe

Will not cease

To remind

Us looking legal

For some advice

Severed images

Attached

Tom McGlynn

There are numerous

Other galleries

In this here

Full-size replica

Seamlessly synched

Variously followed

Did you picture

A handy extension?

The real reason

Service has imploded

As shared truths

Of the world

Speech bubbles up

Clacking in space

Is uploading as we speak

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

This is an area

Of security knows

No bound

A shady joy

Illuminate

Regarding this

And this

In calculate

It’s a reach

O cursive fingers

Get it all

Down

Whirling blades

The always of

Sycamore wings

Tom McGlynn

When online

Platforms are

Not enough

The rainbow goes

A gathering

Until the moment

Comes around

When breath taking

Is as happy

As it looks

Because someone asked

They came to care

But may by
Formal degrees

Relent

Tom McGlynn

Monday, June 6, 2016

That don’t jibe

Easily with

The world

Nothing

Like the one

Temple

Closed to tourists

As compassionate

As you can be

Under embroidered

Patterns

The source is

Not plumb

As pictured

Dredged from

The starry bed

A natural handkerchief

In plywood dimensions

Art of math

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, June 4, 2016

We have the products

That cannot

Be born

It will put

You to sleep

Patent pending

I walk out

My door today

All the spent

Jesus candles

Crowded in

If you took

A small fraction

To look at

Migrant faces

But you have

One already

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Where can you go

Introducing the future

Struggle for utopia

Despite official

Assurances

To peek into

The heart of other

Hard to commit

To memory

Numbers are spoken

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Time to register

Seems to emanate

A cross

Anyone free

To run

Some idea

For ways

Not personal

At all

Each be

A miraculous body

Tom McGlynn