seeing/saying

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The people behind

Your luxury

I imagine

They’re beautiful

What I believe

Is called

The dressing room

Mostly means

Protecting the edges

What are your tips

To overcome sleeplessness?

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Privacy terms

Have you ever hazard

To guess

The best performance

I ever heard

Here’s one for you

In thought

Territory

Evacuated of its continent

Love in mind

Tom McGlynn

Monday, April 18, 2016

Had we the chance

To brook an afternoon

The red-winged blackbirds

Would, a company make

Trilling to the corps

Newt-brown conceptions

Remaining still

Beneath the rocks

Or carried turbid

Downstream

Tom McGlynn

Too massive

40- foot high

Diagrammed

A great deal

Block

My own access

Always turning over

You’ll love the truck

I don’t much have
With it.

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Spring black

Seen

For the first time

Floating phony

Conspiracies

And attacking

Good people

In the desert of the real

I dreamed

I spent

Too much time

Learning how

To prune myself

While celebrating

One million guests

All on the verge

Of brilliant ideas

Got to hang out

With this work

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Showering once

A fortnight

Shivered in

A glassine slip

Sheer madness

To a year

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

How can you

Begin to start

Hiking up

A raven rock

Tract-less except

For a telltale map

Three-story fold

And stone sober

Tom McGlynn

Monday, April 11, 2016

Part of a fresco

As we go

Back up a river

Eventually off color

And surfaces

Afar more modest

Imposition

A mere technique

Distinct through

Stained glass

Or from projections

Blown hot

And then cooled

There is no essential

Different between

Sand and its times

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, April 10, 2016

It dawned on me

The artistic limit

At first stand-alone

Reminds one

After math

Of a hurricane

Speaking clung to

Systematically

Tom McGlynn

Friday, April 8, 2016

Steps in triangles

Circle down

Spring spillway

Soul in mid-shower

Quietly sings,

‘With this turning

I thee wind’

Brambles on

The aqueduct

Tom McGlynn