Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Drink Beer not Water
Next to the fireplace at Squatters
Purring, hearth sitting Sabastian cat
Madam serving beer wearing alabaster green hat
Drink beer not water
I meet-up here with my daughter
Argument turns up the thermostat
Like beer that seeps from a haunted ghost vat
She’s becomes my drinking contest spotter
Sleepy Whale 386
Wedded life to enter or not too
Saloon’s Chalk scrolled list in my room
Alabaster Dark Bride and Fair Groom
Minister’s talks a Toad’s belly Kazoo
The father’s in-law one of those well-to-do
Wedding will be close to noon
Honeymoon will be on the moon
Red labeled Gin cash bar taboo
Temporary insanity of course
Dance with an endless pint drunk
I dance like a burr in the mane of a horse
A long legged silk stockings Monk
We all drink like the devil before the divorce
Next morning limp as a sleeping Skunk
Sonnet 1
Yellowstone National park is the best
Eager anticipation of everything
Hymns to heavenly beauty we sing
Cycling from Madison west
Over Norris’s Mountain crest
Indian creek Under Her Eagle’s Wings
Canyon camp ground to buy things
Old Faithful Inn guest
Bear Pitt lounge scenic glass
Mug of Moose Drool Beer
Bison run and eat grass along with deer
Old Faithful Center for Sunday Mass
The foundation needs a volunteer
Sonnet CCXXXXVII
Girls will be Girls Playing music
Certain the castle of sand we are to jump
At the Electrical Power station dump
One square pole in a round a violent limerick
Her silk stockings in ruins makes one sick
Year of rebellion falling on her rump
Gazing far away sitting on a burned-out stump
Overhead Silk Umbrella with a golden stick
Furious volley of oaths never clever
Spiritual author of her brain
Gesticulating limb from limb server
Shot in a shovel drinking champagne
Kissed away hurt-ness forever and ever
Her unmentionables were full of sand again
