Sunday, January 17, 2016

Ask a hundred people

Ask a hundred people
(With relative ease)
“Who ekes out
A living
Over cheap wine
And attendant empties?”
When your ice
On the installment plan
Settles, on the rocks
Especially like
This collaborative peace
Unstretching the rejects
Of formerly- oiled skins
Gleaning
A noseful of ribs












Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

Monday, January 11, 2016

Explain how he

Explain how he
Came up with
His idea

While many
Of you are
Real, dusty.











Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

Some thing sweet

Some thing sweet
And ugly
On this terrazzo
Apple juice
Seduces the ant
Where sticky may
In other worlds
Tear one’s feelers
From head
To toe












Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Assemble the every

Assemble the every
Dent-made popular
By the masses

What kind of luck
Has it
When the peasants
Themselves took
To mark it











Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015

Sunday, January 3, 2016

There are no more things

There are no more things
In heaven and earth
Than a part could fill
Quite, adequate
No more known
The heavy lifting
Adamant, mothering
Thine the measure
The measure thine
No more needed
Excerpted from
Amended too
There are no
More things
In heaven
And earth















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016

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