Who would extend

Who would extend

Contempt

Étranger, étrangère

For the love

Of a emigrant

Heart

The very one

Who would embark

Who would inspire

Étranger, étrangère

Contempt

For the love

Of an emigrant

Heart

The very one

That was once

Beneath

Étranger, étrangère

Contempt

For the love

Of an emigrant

Heart

The very one

Who would

Inspire





















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Uncommitted

Uncommitted

Unbound

Chaptered off

Lightly

The center folds

One wrong

Might right

The arrow

Degree

To kill the

Job of Vision

Unhabit

You wimpled

Maids

Sappers

Have shot

Their force

To report

Exhausted

Quaker guns

Call forth

Your fifths

For fits

Are sure

To fort

Investing

Seconds

Woe be it

That this

Is this

In stead

Of that

Which parries

One

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

The squirrel

The squirrel
Outside

On the utility wire

Paused 

At the transom

In consideration

Of the nested nut

Abstract

Within

How hungry

Might be

It's balance

In wasting

No light

Hurrying on
A shadow
Escaping
Grey

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Poets are scarcer

Poets are scarcer

Than pumas now

Boxed in

Lobo canyons

They hunt for

Caves

And finding none

Their claws

Are left

Dangling

From businessmen

Trapping taxis

And Mexican

Virgins

Miraculously

Extinct

The border wars

Are over now

And meat to grind

Crosses through

Plastic yet

Lyrically cost

This old paper

Back when

Pulp was

Still wood

Yellows like

A lioness

Dead

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

A rising

A rising

From a dark night

Would depend

On spirits known

To be called

Forth awake

Up until

That pinpoint

They balanced on

Untenable 

These restless

Boarders

Went under

A weary dream

Tired of dancing

Daylight

The dog star

Is cheap poetry

Considering

Its source

At a distance

Yelping

Yelping to be

Unnamed

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

After the holiday

After the holiday

We went skating

As the curtains

Were trimmed

Back home

To retain

Valence

In the sunless

Afternoon

We twirled

A flattened orbit

Trimming the day

Of wax

In whose care

Is this beacon?

The hemming

Was complete

Before we

Returned

Still

To a warm

And darkened

Hearth

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

There is no lack

There is no lack

Of honesty

In the burned- out

Block

Of flats

That used to house

A complement

Of lies

As what

Pays

The rent

On time

A caterpillar squats

On top now

An excavator

On its foundling

Truths

Bright orange

Raked the flames

And the arm

Hydraulic

Both

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Sere minutes

Sere minutes

Set on teeth

Were lost

To smoke

That

I sought

Signal

Which calls

The soldiers

Home

Put up in

Sentinel boxes

Long nailed

Complete

With holding

Brass

No retreat

In choosing flight

Just

A longing

Lateral

Sere minutes

Set on teeth

Edging deserts

I thought

Refuge

No retreat

In choosing flight

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Subject to

Subject to

A tendon strain

Thought all gone

In trance inane

Harken to

The winter rain

Slick upon

The freezing tread

Miss the riser

And you're dead

To raving poets

Breaking bread

Repast relayed

This even tide

Where suns

Of mien

Play slip

And slide

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Alarms are

Alarms are

Going off

All over

Before the door

Has opened

Out

This early

The shock

Can still

Be heard

Before the door

Has opened

Out

What separates

The weather

Amplifies

The cold

Inside

Before the door

Has opened

Out

Unmoving

Is the dawn

Of man

Until the door

Has opened

Out

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013