seeing/saying
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Who created
Who created
Sculptures
Outside barns
Fallen, un-tenoned
To be chosen
One sunny time
While taloned
In the trees
Slept owls
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
In dog years
In dog years
The star named
So eager
In passing
Leaves us
Hunting lonely
Far too circling
And scentless
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
Saturday, December 26, 2015
The small plain
The small plain
With clouds, bush, sky
Virtually blew
Dusty threw
And through
My frame
Not a hair
Could I detect
Countering
It flew
Somewhere’s a gully
Declining
Yet channeled
Downward, toward.
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Now that we
Now that we
Can no longer
Read the sky
This burnt stick
Feels divine
You and yours
Vintage ideas
Were doing
A reading
Somewhere in
Downtown Manhattan
How big is it
In real life?
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Boy killed
Boy killed
As storm pounds
Mississippi
A condensed
And paraphrased
Revision
While I was deep
In REM sleep
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Handy people
Handy people
And sculptors
Give the gift
Of creativity
In little bits
One’s small parts
Of a great organization
Phones, computers, cars, doors
And more
Found in crack clusters
In sidewalks
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
That sad girl
That sad girl
Theory
An insatiable need
For three-letter words
Like: ohh, ohh, ohh
May have cost you
Those monsters
That shape
Brain anatomy
(Hiked up
Grand canyons)
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
I would water
I would water
The tree
I would
That dead thing
In my living room
Boughed in
From the cold
To warn this
Chill
Water I would
This pointed dark
Nurseried
To weigh some light
Its sappy smell
Still killing
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
Hate will lose it (after Blake)
Hate will lose it
Self-displeased
Against no one
With care to tease
The reek of heaven
Hoped in hell
Quietly a landslide
Stood
Held upon
A weasel root
While a boulder
In a lake
Drained away
Its lapping foot
Hate will bring a self
To bear
To free it’s will
To wander there
Inside a heaven
Hoped in hell
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
The roots
The roots
Of the current
Crisis
Enjoy the comfort
Of working
From home
Water-broken
Boulder left
The claws
Of the ice
Withdrawn
copyright Tom McGlynn 2015
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