Frequent trips

Frequent trips

Falling

Victim to plank

Appear

To brazenly glorify

The study-finding

People! That target steals!

So much poverty

And little times

The so-called independence

Ransomed by definition

A cliché

This is not satire

But actual
Intelligence

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Doesn’t your

Doesn’t your

Game involved

Against my stomach

Embark upon

Nostalgia for state

Socialism?

My life cycle

Sort of resembles

Deflects of space

Tuttering and muttering

My maiden variations

As someone who deserves

To be gifted back

You tap crude beats

A lot

Of parks

Have turned

Too grave

I am not cloudy
Alone

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

That’s you

That’s you

DNA

What comes

From the night

Softly

A cartload

Of summer

Fruits

This equation should

Not change

Lack hands

On both counts

Beg several questions

To chart, to treatise

A world

Class spectrum

Whose funds

The future?

A bunch of science
Light, related.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Been champing

Been champing

Found this gem

Since the beginning

A gentle man

Of the first order

Issue

Of clarified guidance

Say the pact

Is a disaster

The conventional approach

Limited

Who will face

The music
Entire, released.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

A bit

A bit

Concerned

About the glib

Aims to bring

Together

Interior states

An age

Of witch

Awesomely stupid

Chaos

Giant, prehistoric

Replica offerance

Loves this

By the way

There’s

A daily event
To blame

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Minutes before (after Beckett)

Minutes before

You appear

Slightly golden

Minutes

Lightly floating

Open handled

Seat of plenty

Burying the skins

The new hates

Taught from tongues

Like mine

If never it is

Poorer, lately

Then always

A white plenty

Dry

On your back

Not speaking once

Neither nights
Neither little deaths

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Is the most

Is the most

Advanced

Moment of silence

A little something

I started

Diffused

Any optimism

Sounds like

A mouthful

Someone can

Get inside and

Mess you up

The green screen

Rears lightly

Dreaming black
And white

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

We live

We live

A long

The river

So ready

For spring

Mind

A mussel

A miniature

Book of psalms

Being transparent
Is no big surprise

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Over- stretched (for T.S. Elliot)

Over- stretched

The ashes spoke

Dully, close

Sad are we

To married be

Much too good

Was done between

Blaring in

The sun

Cursed by the stream

Recalled

A separate source

This noisy air

Undivided by breaths

Doesn’t matter

Much

We have no place

For handing down

A place
Ash- spoken for

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015

Once tolled

Once tolled

Genesis

Broken

Spineless

Essential

Up rising

Jacob’s ladder

Stones a wake

Unwrested

Deliver heaven

From earth

Who so loved

The dust

Never in Canaan
Lands

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2015