A cold spring

A cold spring

Drips from buds

Keeping the concrete wet

All the tendril cracks

Will seek their separation

Slowly making ground

A headlong hallelujah

In halt

In vestibule steps

Stems a fervent psalm

Sweet is the waiting

Plumb

Sleeping in its pit

Dreaming of the fall

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

A cast of characters

A cast of characters

We are

Stars and mighty

Need not apply

For these poor
Traits menial

Swing the scales

Off their standard

All our kin were mad

But are now disbanded

We are a cast of characters

Crazy- faced beyond the pale

Guided by actors unemployed

Seeking homes of authors

Free

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Down on 14th Street

Down on 14th Street

And the Avenue of the Americas

A well- tempered host

Invades

All corners are marketed

And open to be sacked

The bums can't hit up

A chump for change

Sliding worldly by

Their skin of teeth

Diminished

This was our sacred reservation

(They cry)

Our Wall Street demarcation

A ragged palisade

Against those avenging angels

Who would let ride

Their positions

Over our concrete margin

Now that life's a beach

With nothing beneath 14th

How many Americas

Will get burned

To keep this avenue

Stoked

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

As I arrive exhausted

As I arrive exhausted

My childish slate

Is erased of dusky stories

Not wanting to describe

In a late dismissal

The clarity of evening

Swept from ground to sky

Strewn

Together with

These clothes

Once close

Across the floor

Is a give of room

Lightening

And leavening

The mess

What can't be

Carpentered softly

Or fixed to set a table

Will just make my rest

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

This lite revue

This lite revue

Is poor transport

When all legs reach

Inconsequence

Except the forgotten

There to rip

Behind

The sequenced

Curtains

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

When this was built

When this was built

The thought entailed

In shaping life

Could be considered

Larger than

The tale in thought

That makes

A shoddy reason

Home

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

A puma jumps

A puma jumps

The taste of time

And couldn't give

A yowling maw

Sad to heaving

Cliffs of man

But moans its prey

That held the bow

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

No head in the sky

No head in the sky

Can home

In cast comet

Nights

Unlearned

In descending

Stars

To die

Again

Tomorrow

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

There is a way of looking

There is a way of looking

You get it from me

When no one's looking

You take it all in

Now that life is captured

And a living is for children

Watch how you remember

All your glancing seconds

How did you see

Until this time

Of issues and retractions

Appearing as such

An opening

To chance

And quickly

Closing.

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013

Splayed legs on porcelain

Splayed legs on porcelain

Skidding helpless

Trace a phantom web

Around the drain

No longer suspended

The spider preys

For a sticky point

To vanish

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2013