Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Shaking Eyes
Thrust a thrushes weeping tone
Double-light ruffian
Flesh falls off at his Death Bed
Burst quietly laughed chocked
She never stitched the rip in the gown
Rain-drops spat on his hungry coffin
Combs crust under-ground
Veiled black and blue sun
Tenement house we build little drop of dung
Poor old wretch of a deacon
His eyes opened wide as a gate
Sleepy Whale 265
Hungry state of comparative ignorance
Assuming in her certain books
Certain pages to build what?
Ridicule lapse with what success
Misgiving driven instructions
Repeated with errors remembered
She dislikes an umbrella with rain
Quest’s parable, in a new light
Postexilic eminence their seekers
Such eminence ground pure truth
Aristotle pupae of a rabbinical
Sonnet CCXXVIII
aaHer pal wearing Opal Ball-dress to the Sky Bar
Elbow length ivory gloves was her glory
Tortoise shell to build improper overtures dormitory
Sleety Day, objectionable person playing guitar
She did no such thing in her car
Swelling claves in silk hose observatory
She dug her spurs to ground telegraphing the story
Approaching light of uncondensed Milky Way Stars
Her fine fellow Cat-o-nine-tails hungry door
Arcturus equinoxes discernible day-light glass
Unbuttoned her gauntlet violently left on floor
Case of the model farms for Christmas
Chastise him horse-whipping sore
The sand slowly stacks in the Hourglass
