Sincerely hopes

Sincerely hopes

To grub a stake

Scrabbled with

A holey rake

Tapping tapping

Into pain

Makes it feel

At home again

Swimming clear

Of irony

Baits a certain

Byrony

Tom McGlynn

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Against a feasting lull

Against a feasting lull

Quite

They haven't replaced

The ground

All admits

A wait

There is no peace

In wild things

This track

Recalls

A name

Adamant

Subtending

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

A second

A second

Redress

Of the morning

Binds

The wink

Sunk into

Your dream

A march

Of halters

Stains

The street

Waiting

For the change

To light

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Studios available

Studios available

Were emptied

In time

For the block

To be

Unlaquered

In Queens

The money

Is made

In spades

(There are poplars

Now planted

Under

The el)

The city

Parked

This leaveless

Museum

Has an ashcan

Footprint

Deep

In its former

Boroughs

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Many hands

Many hands
Lent in the fall
Parsing grace

A masterpiece

Supporting casts

Holding court

Until the nerve

Returns a touch

Returns

A malady

Of touch

Fingerpaint

Washed from

The blood

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

The house slave

The house slave

Chooses

A private room

Sleep now

Borrow a mask

Until you earn

A summons

A bill

Of sheets

Will come due

Last upon

A trifle

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

A dancer in death

A dancer in death

Squeaks a whorl

Unannounced

Modern

Foreshortened

She twists away

Leaving the corps

Barefooted

On sprung floors

And suspended judgment

She twists a way

Unannounced

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

The knee

The knee

The knee

The knee

Of night

Bent back

In mimicry

Of light

The moon

A lapsed medallion

Replaced

And misbegotten

Jumped now

A source

Of spite

Craftily

We back

And forth

Ferried

Not so merry

Across the sky

Reversed

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

There was a job

There was a job

Spending time

Toward you

Who expected

As much

As given

What was dug

Scraped or spun

Made us a world

Deep and wide

Elastic

The mills

Are only purgatory

Now

Driven between

Bricks and mortar

A pile of vines

Unsuited

Swatting ghosts

Is exhausting

Main street

Is a parade

Of them

Unemployed

At hand

The heavy lifting

Has begun

Without a back

To break

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

The plank

The plank

Sits proud

Its nails

Squeezed out

Pressure treated

But useless

A tract less

Stuck

It punctures

Way

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013