What is
Footage
That revolve
A complex system
More places
Stunning color
Your brightness
Short-lived
Forever
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Friday, December 30, 2016
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Jesus in the new world
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
copyright 2016
Wednesday’s child
Wednesday’s child
In a white field
With a wolf
Both profiles next
As one day
From the distance.
From the distance.
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Changes of a foot
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
copyright 2016
Monday, December 26, 2016
Welcome to a whole
Welcome to a whole
New world
Of entertainment
Many of us
Have mean time
Off while
The branches still
Hold snow
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
First joy
First joy
In a while
Too decades
Have shaped
My understanding
The invisibilization
As delined in cells
Momentarily snap
Us out
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
The amount of time
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
copyright 2016
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
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
copyright 2016
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Quietly sold
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
copyright 2016
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
copyright 2016
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Winter salmon
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
copyright 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Winter almost
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
copyright 2016
Thursday, December 8, 2016
No one
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
copyright 2016
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
I have trees
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
copyright 2016
Describing a race
Describing a race
We could start
A bit earlier
To wander
A new
Straggling
A way
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
Confluence reach
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
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Sunday, December 4, 2016
After the rains
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
copyright 2016
Friday, December 2, 2016
That woman embraced (after Wallace Stevens)
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
copyright 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
On earth
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
Of detail shots
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
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