Who fused myth

Who fused myth

That upon walking

Home

A hardening mass

Concrete

On the steps

Calling them

Legendary berm

In already found

Compulsion

On the slide of

A model of cairn

Tom McGlynn

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Nominate these works

Nominate these works

American under-voices

Prehistoric mass

Murdered

As the turtle hills

Have repairing

Eyes

The next amazing

House of journey

In addition to crafting

Poignant, insidious

Damage to the brain

Carries other trains

Of proper thought

Scientific realism

Scattered

Mississippian

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Infuse you

Infuse you

I’d say!

A counter protest

Of what lives on

The surfaces

In bodies

(A sleeker version)

My back wheels

Frozen for free

Lunch and travel

Expenses

Winter coats

In car seats

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Programming

Programming

In front of anything

Analytical to bring

Theory unto being

The elements

And principles

Of an art

For art thou

Vanishing points

Of judgment

Real estate

In two

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Bitter cold strikes

Bitter cold strikes

Proving

Once, again

Never has been

One, two

Shy away

Tom McGlynn

copyright 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

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

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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

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