Thursday, May 30, 2013

A heartless young man




A heartless young man
On the train
Left
The best novel
Back broken
In his place

A crushed orange soda
Anemic on vinyl tile
Has my sole
Sticking now
Before the doors
Gap their station
Automatic
















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

These clothes



These clothes
On my back
I chose

Those that were chosen
For me are lost

When all suited
The skin required
No covering

I'd extend the sky
Over this house
If I could



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Monday, May 27, 2013

When I first smelled




When I first smelled
Years of fallen trees
Under green ferns 
16 grew older
Than the red wood
That stained my sneakers
























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013



To take this cup




To take this cup
Amidst olive branches offered
Is not spirit
The betrayal was coined
By man before
The last ditch

From Devil's Den
To Danang
His blood
Was drunk

Wheatfields
And elephant grass
Have held their ground
Unable to redeploy
Rooted in their graves

Pixels now defoliate the desert
Tenting on the old campground
For crusaders without a cross
To shield their bribe

Our better angels weep
Helpless without their horns
For reveille is past




















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Sunday, May 26, 2013

On West 8th St.



On West 8th St.
The ragged retail
Hangers on
Of recent vintage
And beer stale
Hunches
Late rise  
Empty windowed
With cabs
And bus tours
Queuing for
Automatic tellers
Dispensing soon
The village
Green



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Your darkened face




Your darkened face
In profile
An ornamental bracket
Is a diagon to square
As a supposition of graces
Sings in this ruined temple























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Saturday, May 25, 2013

What were you thinking



What were you thinking
Private
Walking backwards
Won't get your
Real estate

Zigzagging traverses
Make pretty patterns
From the air

I'm all in stitches
Praying up
Your canvas

Hitting a wall
With your back to it
Warps a perfect stretcher

The boys then fell out
To see you go
A stain
Upon a limit















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Friday, May 24, 2013

In convenient time




In convenient time
We sit and brew
Prone by dreams
And lacking sleep
All at fingertips
Untouchable

Our children
Work harder at games
Distracted off the porch
By inn hospitality

No wasteland
Proves this economy
Faithless to gifts
And tender
Ransomed
















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

A warning of cumulus




A warning of cumulus
Gathers my in voice
In an arcane font
A baptism owed
Before drowning
Mouth open to the sky

This porous earth
Sieves through
Evaporate
Of blood
Of dirty fingernails
Of dry tongues
Swollen with reserve
Under nimbus
Looming




















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The boy on the bank




The boy on the bank
Who dreamed a turtle
Carrying the world
In a mud pile on its back
Makes a mound
With careful baskets
Shaped like a shell
On its bank
Unmoving
























Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013