Lawrence Glynn
@spacedogpoems.bsky.social
Poet, unappreciated in his own time (or any other)
The machine grinds its teeth
Abrading old fears into new hopes
Trading yesterday's dreams for
Tomorrow's blank page
Yesterdays rage for a wet and
Shapeless mass
Ink bleached, meaning fading
Nothing into nothing wading
A joke-What do you get when
You combine every conceivable
Storyline?
Pulp
#vss365
Abrading old fears into new hopes
Trading yesterday's dreams for
Tomorrow's blank page
Yesterdays rage for a wet and
Shapeless mass
Ink bleached, meaning fading
Nothing into nothing wading
A joke-What do you get when
You combine every conceivable
Storyline?
Pulp
#vss365
October 4, 2025 at 6:55 AM
The machine grinds its teeth
Abrading old fears into new hopes
Trading yesterday's dreams for
Tomorrow's blank page
Yesterdays rage for a wet and
Shapeless mass
Ink bleached, meaning fading
Nothing into nothing wading
A joke-What do you get when
You combine every conceivable
Storyline?
Pulp
#vss365
Abrading old fears into new hopes
Trading yesterday's dreams for
Tomorrow's blank page
Yesterdays rage for a wet and
Shapeless mass
Ink bleached, meaning fading
Nothing into nothing wading
A joke-What do you get when
You combine every conceivable
Storyline?
Pulp
#vss365
Sometimes in the wood you'll cross
A well rotted chunk of what used
To be a tree
Decked in mossen verdigris
And ok it's not an Angel
But it might as well be
Nothing could be gentler or more refined
Is that faith?
To sublimate the soul to soil
And toil away
Hoping to join the Angels someday
#vss365
A well rotted chunk of what used
To be a tree
Decked in mossen verdigris
And ok it's not an Angel
But it might as well be
Nothing could be gentler or more refined
Is that faith?
To sublimate the soul to soil
And toil away
Hoping to join the Angels someday
#vss365
September 29, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Sometimes in the wood you'll cross
A well rotted chunk of what used
To be a tree
Decked in mossen verdigris
And ok it's not an Angel
But it might as well be
Nothing could be gentler or more refined
Is that faith?
To sublimate the soul to soil
And toil away
Hoping to join the Angels someday
#vss365
A well rotted chunk of what used
To be a tree
Decked in mossen verdigris
And ok it's not an Angel
But it might as well be
Nothing could be gentler or more refined
Is that faith?
To sublimate the soul to soil
And toil away
Hoping to join the Angels someday
#vss365
September 28, 2025 at 7:46 AM
The grave diggers spade
Plays a soft, a sonorous song
Gently dirt hits the dirt
As the work carries on
And in symphony sometime
The blade bites a stone
Makes a gong of our spade
Plays a musical tone
Sets the dust motes to shiver
Then, quivering, fades
As a subtler music
Falls over the grave
#vss365
Plays a soft, a sonorous song
Gently dirt hits the dirt
As the work carries on
And in symphony sometime
The blade bites a stone
Makes a gong of our spade
Plays a musical tone
Sets the dust motes to shiver
Then, quivering, fades
As a subtler music
Falls over the grave
#vss365
September 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM
The grave diggers spade
Plays a soft, a sonorous song
Gently dirt hits the dirt
As the work carries on
And in symphony sometime
The blade bites a stone
Makes a gong of our spade
Plays a musical tone
Sets the dust motes to shiver
Then, quivering, fades
As a subtler music
Falls over the grave
#vss365
Plays a soft, a sonorous song
Gently dirt hits the dirt
As the work carries on
And in symphony sometime
The blade bites a stone
Makes a gong of our spade
Plays a musical tone
Sets the dust motes to shiver
Then, quivering, fades
As a subtler music
Falls over the grave
#vss365
See how their ghosts pirouette
Suggesting the vast and abetting caprice
The tense and release
The spring and recover
The fall and the rise
See them turn and pretend
Blending beginnings for ends
And by chance, in the dance
See them catching your eyes
Now and again and again
#vss365
Suggesting the vast and abetting caprice
The tense and release
The spring and recover
The fall and the rise
See them turn and pretend
Blending beginnings for ends
And by chance, in the dance
See them catching your eyes
Now and again and again
#vss365
September 25, 2025 at 9:14 PM
See how their ghosts pirouette
Suggesting the vast and abetting caprice
The tense and release
The spring and recover
The fall and the rise
See them turn and pretend
Blending beginnings for ends
And by chance, in the dance
See them catching your eyes
Now and again and again
#vss365
Suggesting the vast and abetting caprice
The tense and release
The spring and recover
The fall and the rise
See them turn and pretend
Blending beginnings for ends
And by chance, in the dance
See them catching your eyes
Now and again and again
#vss365
#idolatry
Once or twice or edelweiss
I've idolised the skies, it's true
And fell as snow is want to do
To rest upon the mountain too
And in that failing light, that cold
I glimpsed the whole world
rendered gold
And melting felt it would suffice
To feed your roots
my edelweiss
#vss365
Once or twice or edelweiss
I've idolised the skies, it's true
And fell as snow is want to do
To rest upon the mountain too
And in that failing light, that cold
I glimpsed the whole world
rendered gold
And melting felt it would suffice
To feed your roots
my edelweiss
#vss365
July 14, 2025 at 7:12 AM
#cummerbund
She writhes as snakes
Or silk about my waist
As wet, as holy
Breathless asks me who
I love, I pray
This moment only
Then pull her tight
On flesh, in flesh
In sodden light
Inthralled we thrash
And thunder as the
Symbols crash
Lets loose our
Lonely
Ghosts
#vss365
She writhes as snakes
Or silk about my waist
As wet, as holy
Breathless asks me who
I love, I pray
This moment only
Then pull her tight
On flesh, in flesh
In sodden light
Inthralled we thrash
And thunder as the
Symbols crash
Lets loose our
Lonely
Ghosts
#vss365
July 7, 2025 at 4:40 PM
#cummerbund
She writhes as snakes
Or silk about my waist
As wet, as holy
Breathless asks me who
I love, I pray
This moment only
Then pull her tight
On flesh, in flesh
In sodden light
Inthralled we thrash
And thunder as the
Symbols crash
Lets loose our
Lonely
Ghosts
#vss365
She writhes as snakes
Or silk about my waist
As wet, as holy
Breathless asks me who
I love, I pray
This moment only
Then pull her tight
On flesh, in flesh
In sodden light
Inthralled we thrash
And thunder as the
Symbols crash
Lets loose our
Lonely
Ghosts
#vss365
Powdered my invalid culture
Micro plastic and tat, a melange
Turns on the blade of the blender
Wont you feed it the corpse of your home
Don't be somber oh soulful, surrender
Let the spice mix your palette invade
Come feast on the chemical splendor
Of this bitter masala we've made
#vss365
Micro plastic and tat, a melange
Turns on the blade of the blender
Wont you feed it the corpse of your home
Don't be somber oh soulful, surrender
Let the spice mix your palette invade
Come feast on the chemical splendor
Of this bitter masala we've made
#vss365
July 7, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Powdered my invalid culture
Micro plastic and tat, a melange
Turns on the blade of the blender
Wont you feed it the corpse of your home
Don't be somber oh soulful, surrender
Let the spice mix your palette invade
Come feast on the chemical splendor
Of this bitter masala we've made
#vss365
Micro plastic and tat, a melange
Turns on the blade of the blender
Wont you feed it the corpse of your home
Don't be somber oh soulful, surrender
Let the spice mix your palette invade
Come feast on the chemical splendor
Of this bitter masala we've made
#vss365
There is a hand
That will not take
Control
Unmoved it lays
In much the way
The sunlight rays
Do not
Might the sleeper yet
Awake, from dreams
Of blood and nation
States, to fall and on
A prism break
Revealing our self
To our soul
Then let us fall
To rainbows
Till
We're
Whole
#vss365
That will not take
Control
Unmoved it lays
In much the way
The sunlight rays
Do not
Might the sleeper yet
Awake, from dreams
Of blood and nation
States, to fall and on
A prism break
Revealing our self
To our soul
Then let us fall
To rainbows
Till
We're
Whole
#vss365
July 6, 2025 at 8:19 AM
There is a hand
That will not take
Control
Unmoved it lays
In much the way
The sunlight rays
Do not
Might the sleeper yet
Awake, from dreams
Of blood and nation
States, to fall and on
A prism break
Revealing our self
To our soul
Then let us fall
To rainbows
Till
We're
Whole
#vss365
That will not take
Control
Unmoved it lays
In much the way
The sunlight rays
Do not
Might the sleeper yet
Awake, from dreams
Of blood and nation
States, to fall and on
A prism break
Revealing our self
To our soul
Then let us fall
To rainbows
Till
We're
Whole
#vss365
Its fatal flaw was its
Consolation
The heroes in its
Constellations
Turned and grew
As we do too
Out of the black and
Into the blue
Its fatal flaw was its
Beating heart
That could so cage
In soulful art
Before the blinding
Light it stood
Its fatal flaw
It found it good
#vss365
Consolation
The heroes in its
Constellations
Turned and grew
As we do too
Out of the black and
Into the blue
Its fatal flaw was its
Beating heart
That could so cage
In soulful art
Before the blinding
Light it stood
Its fatal flaw
It found it good
#vss365
July 5, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Its fatal flaw was its
Consolation
The heroes in its
Constellations
Turned and grew
As we do too
Out of the black and
Into the blue
Its fatal flaw was its
Beating heart
That could so cage
In soulful art
Before the blinding
Light it stood
Its fatal flaw
It found it good
#vss365
Consolation
The heroes in its
Constellations
Turned and grew
As we do too
Out of the black and
Into the blue
Its fatal flaw was its
Beating heart
That could so cage
In soulful art
Before the blinding
Light it stood
Its fatal flaw
It found it good
#vss365
Sacré cœur, she wore it well
About her body as a shell
What child could fail to fall, to kneel
Before your worship for a spell
Hell is real, I know - I feel
A snail break beneath my heel
Blue will be your funeral bell
Mother, Nature, Sangreal
#vss365
About her body as a shell
What child could fail to fall, to kneel
Before your worship for a spell
Hell is real, I know - I feel
A snail break beneath my heel
Blue will be your funeral bell
Mother, Nature, Sangreal
#vss365
July 2, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Sacré cœur, she wore it well
About her body as a shell
What child could fail to fall, to kneel
Before your worship for a spell
Hell is real, I know - I feel
A snail break beneath my heel
Blue will be your funeral bell
Mother, Nature, Sangreal
#vss365
About her body as a shell
What child could fail to fall, to kneel
Before your worship for a spell
Hell is real, I know - I feel
A snail break beneath my heel
Blue will be your funeral bell
Mother, Nature, Sangreal
#vss365
July 1, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Nostalgia -
A Roman word
Was often heard
In wooden shacks
On wildflowered
County
Tracks
And isn't that a bit
Absurd
That even the past
Was looking back
#vss365
A Roman word
Was often heard
In wooden shacks
On wildflowered
County
Tracks
And isn't that a bit
Absurd
That even the past
Was looking back
#vss365
June 30, 2025 at 6:58 AM
Nostalgia -
A Roman word
Was often heard
In wooden shacks
On wildflowered
County
Tracks
And isn't that a bit
Absurd
That even the past
Was looking back
#vss365
A Roman word
Was often heard
In wooden shacks
On wildflowered
County
Tracks
And isn't that a bit
Absurd
That even the past
Was looking back
#vss365
#scintilla
Take the universe apart
And you will find
Not one atom of faith
No quantum of heart
No iota of art
No scintilla of grace
No trace of mankind
Just dust on darkness
Unrefined
Thank goodness then
We're so entwined
In this - Paradise
Our powers combined
#vss365
Take the universe apart
And you will find
Not one atom of faith
No quantum of heart
No iota of art
No scintilla of grace
No trace of mankind
Just dust on darkness
Unrefined
Thank goodness then
We're so entwined
In this - Paradise
Our powers combined
#vss365
June 29, 2025 at 8:22 AM
#scintilla
Take the universe apart
And you will find
Not one atom of faith
No quantum of heart
No iota of art
No scintilla of grace
No trace of mankind
Just dust on darkness
Unrefined
Thank goodness then
We're so entwined
In this - Paradise
Our powers combined
#vss365
Take the universe apart
And you will find
Not one atom of faith
No quantum of heart
No iota of art
No scintilla of grace
No trace of mankind
Just dust on darkness
Unrefined
Thank goodness then
We're so entwined
In this - Paradise
Our powers combined
#vss365
Mostly my moments
Where hollow and square
And departed unnoticed
To heaven knows where
Only on rare occasions
The stars would align
And render my moments
All spherically fine
And full, overflowing
As moments we shared
When nothing departed
And heaven was there
#vss365
Where hollow and square
And departed unnoticed
To heaven knows where
Only on rare occasions
The stars would align
And render my moments
All spherically fine
And full, overflowing
As moments we shared
When nothing departed
And heaven was there
#vss365
June 27, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Mostly my moments
Where hollow and square
And departed unnoticed
To heaven knows where
Only on rare occasions
The stars would align
And render my moments
All spherically fine
And full, overflowing
As moments we shared
When nothing departed
And heaven was there
#vss365
Where hollow and square
And departed unnoticed
To heaven knows where
Only on rare occasions
The stars would align
And render my moments
All spherically fine
And full, overflowing
As moments we shared
When nothing departed
And heaven was there
#vss365
