A full second

A full second

Breed -strife

Always

Makes sense

The effect of

This game

Since the wheel

Begins today

Reading more

Atmospheric

Let me put this

To you direct

This stuff

Was happening

With the article

Indefinite

A white house

On a green hill

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Don’t worry

Don’t worry

Each mind

Is a total factory

With logic to labor

Game on

This morning’s gambit

Angling your legs

More than life

Itself

Crouched in

Elaborate defense

Keep and eye out

For fireworks or guns

Shot and trembling

Many will miss

The fury

And the sound

And the craquelure

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

From right

From right

To what’s left

Her needles

Have been

Shed

A son peeks

Through

Her trunk

With winter

Come to ground

A clearing low

A clearing

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

I totally concur

I totally concur

I got the idea

From fiction

Some days

We binge watched

Retreads of future

Museums

Felt

Barely held

To be passing

You need to do

Better than that

This facility demands

Attention

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

There is no question

There is no question

(This is the other side)

As paid by those

Better told

And arrested

Accumulating

Enough

This world

A tiny bit towards

Life preserves

And floating

Fades

Overall purpose
Remains

A dead subject

To raise

Mother, come

Make my bed

Soon

Farther a few

Charming men
Appear angry
With boxes

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

Learn how

Learn how

To respond

As first light

Goes flying

Nothing wasted

Finding what stuck

I’ll dig them out

Rather than

Material things

A headless loop

The state, waking

Recoils

On the banks

Where this was

Taken

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

A hold was placed

A hold was placed

Regardless

“We are losing our stars”

A lot made

Out of skilled work

For the basic

Infrastructure

Does in fact

Reveal heroes

Not great

At having

A boss

Sure there

Is patience

For a one time

Oldest story

Should everyone

Turn on delight

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

With that—here is an ought (after Emily Dickinson)

With that—here is an ought

To Poverty align

A Silence with a Thought

Together— with a Sign

Who would shun—to choose

Sums greater than a Part

Which knot Omit— too loose

Whose end denies the Art?

You made a way to Tie

Your Mind to coalesce—

Of course— to fast its Die

A Shape to nothing dress

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

The point

The point

You seem

To make

There is no

Crying in art

If  bundled up

One learned

In the afflictions

Of man

Estimates of death

And lapidary

Good cheer

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014

I gotta roll

I gotta roll

Tongue in groove

The amount I owe

My latest book

Unlike

The most

In case

You missed

This photo

Taken

No reason

To be surprised

How about trying

What’s presented here

The shallows

Of my depths

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2014