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However your declaration

Slack-jawed I

Partly agree

Go listen about

Movement or mere identity

At the same time

Totally weightless

The sad thing

About making me hungry

Now that actually

Sounds fair

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Due to other projects

Due to other projects

When I was a girl

What skewed, reframed

Conventions turned ugly

If he sounded more

Like a real person

Resisting fossil fuel

My cat sleeps

Just like this

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

An artist and writer

An artist and writer

Whose practice

Merges

Structure of feeling by

Refusing to guarantee

So beautiful its magic

Is in grounding place

A bald little peace of light

All but free

Slow- motion welded

 Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Days of human

Days of human

Construction might

Be numbered

Using telescope

In region

An act to issue

Messages

Having to touch

One another

Mechanic

Who can name

All these works of art

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Somebody should scan this

Somebody should scan this

Extracted

Best practices

Sent home

To their bewildered family

A moment of true warmth

Might get deleted

Returning to the stage

Where you pretend to drum

We need a weakly augment

Processed into a single

Insecure solution

Prepping for a psych feast

In case you missed it

We found the perfect place

To start

Displacing hothouse fruits

Unknown

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Made of ocean

Made of ocean

Plastic

Find your next statement

Apiece in spiral chambers

Obscured in ink

Retreating

Under-rocked

Then again

Up she rises

In all get out

No need for cheap

Her thrill

Almost complete

On the big lake

I surface

Returning

A dragon fly

May- in

Much of our correspondence

Much of our correspondence

Having considered to become

One by some sort

Of magic

Quietly made history

There are some

Really good books

Laying around

That's how we prefer

Our capital

Feathered

As for victory

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Merry may

Merry may

You meet me

May merry

Does it burn

Our hearths are cold

But on the hills

The mounting bonfires yearn

We’ll slip between the alders

The scotch pine

And the birch

May eve we’ll go

A clinging

May eve
We’ll give us birth

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

Having no proper

Having no proper

Family named

We plaited mint

On tabled edges

Warming leaves

A way from coolness

A wardrobe creaks

Embedded creature

Asleep but now

Restless, stirred

Companion to

A feline plaint

These long- fingered

Plucky daydreams

Sounding board

A dress of mirrors

Rain meant  

For a herald

Jangling

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016

The school of thinking

The school of thinking

Making words

Enduring a conference

Too, cloudlike passages

Art of ought

Set in

A darling foundry

That iron would stress

The elemental modum

Not another call

For papers

Or patent massacres

To drive

The root cause

Of stumble

Rut- down

In a trail of molds

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2016