The way we look

The way we look

Jarring

In complicity

Which is

Simply divine

Doesn’t seem

The correct translation

I am

A sending

I do not doubt

My strength

No longer

A temptation

To check

Bolt weight

The men

And women

Who fight for

Our freedom

Sign and share
This petition

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

That chickadee

That chickadee

In lieu of

Pines

Outside

My appointment

The general public

That is good

Giving

And game

So happy, belated

Some say

Rather than
Isolated genius

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Tractor- dug

Tractor- dug

Post depression

Post coming-war

Greens reservoir
Frog pond

Tom McGlyn

copyright 2015

If not crushed even

If not crushed even

In the reddish burnt

I am going to hunt

Down to unsee

The fair

Running through

There is no life

Better than

The current works

On the floor

Of cold waters

Lit in shock
Ray swum

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

The margin in able

The margin in able

Before it all

Kicks off

Leads to

A national recall

At this very image

I looked

This mourning

This class

Composed of

Immediate needs

How much do you know about the world?

Small works

Can still hold

Reports from

The Revolution

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

It’s easier

It’s easier

Then ever

Much of your back

Catalogue

Can be read

On your next

Family getaway

I decided

To downgrade

From a galaxy

So far

So good

This is a riposte
Because I am bored

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

How people imagine

How people imagine

Memorials

I land today

The current

Stranded

Looking to rent

In your area

What on earth

Where those

You dig ?

I mist this

A little femme

Explosive

Trouble thinking
For itself

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

The blooming

The blooming

Market on the square

Lost its scent

For trade

Its home

In bulbs

Bankrupt

The air

This mourning

Held a breadth

Old factory
Engineered

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

To get

To get

Paid twice

Such mystery

And power

Advertising more

This shot

Quite painterly

Tried for free

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

You might frame

You might frame

A portal up

To feed

The wind

Blown drapery

Come springing

From your pit

The law provides
No ceiling

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015