Log rolled
Then pulped
Stumpage
Stinks up
The valley's
Page blank
Impossible
Climates
To limp
Ledger booked
And lasting
Choking up
Hollers
These hills
Do stick
In spite of
The saw
To sound down
The mountains
Bared to a sky
Over written
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
Careless lee
Global positions
Tracking round
The house
Arrested
Have taken on
Lives
Of their own
Mapping portless
Specterships
Run out
Before
Any storm
Is piled
Driven by
Walking beam
Bore done
And slave
Cylindrics
What trade
Be it ever
Triangle rang
To circle rare
And angled
Chords
Of perfect
Square in
Center fugue
States
Wither wither
Wither we
Whither
Wither we
Whither
We wither
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
What hasn’t widened
Has gone mute
And arch
Ignore the tidy
Arrangements
Will be one
Full
These pockets
Are
To secret
Leave
The night
Without
Your key
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
The smell
Of rats
And piss
Brings acrid
Life
To life
No hygiene
Matches
That
Nor spleen
To flush
A vein
Lingering
It wafts
A way
Precarious
But sure
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
Now when
The clapboards
Creak
And out of plumb
Racks gently
Shall a here
Be taken
Back
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
A warden
In a common law
Shakes solemn
Common dreams
Of simple
Reasoned schemes
And slacks
To pay
The whip
Pray tell
Your rummaging
Pray tell
A thousand points
Go dimly out
A host
To wash
Your feet
Circling
And circling
The restless host
Goes circling
Honed to gnaw
Eternal grace
Rut to rut
And deepening
Inscribed in earth
A drawn out fear
A worried bone
Examining
No resolve
Is stood
For here
When freedom is
Just days
Away
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
They must be
Freshly dead
Whose shapes
Were met
As clotted earth
Were met
As shadows
In the fog
Greeted warmly
Tottering
Their time
Was spent
In puttering
To safe a place
From stuttering
To damp the shock
And run the line
From home to hell
And back again
Quick work
Was made
Of then
They must be
Freshly dead
Again
Again
Again
Again
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
The cold has dried
The wetting wind
A block of air
Now settles in
A block of air
The perfect form
Unthinkingly
To keep me
Warm
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
To sleep
I'd have
A cipher
To dream
I'd have
A sum
To beat
I'd have
A window
To see
I'd have
To drum
To love
I'd have
A reason
To think
I'd have
A heart
To stay
I'd have
A sound
To hear
I'd have
To part
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
Thy fastness
Cleft
Deep sourcey
Last
My riven
Skull
Breaks floatly
Past
A way
A head
A strivers stroke
Can't stem
The waves
Below me
Broke
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
