Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Sugar House Avant-Garde
What’s what? Unknown flowers I found in the back yard
Not likely found on Amazon
Poverty stricken the bloom at animal’s dawn
Fragrant neither fish nor flesh Avant-garde
Red Herring a passage touch not to discard
Growing between breads crumbs not eaten by Fawn
Her blooms to sell or pawn
Sugar House’s rain water her guard
Quizzing Face
She entered as the ghost woman began to write
Erin green the silver sea wrote
Quizzing face on agonizing goat
Meandering ass kills the copyright
Mid-mossy bark in Neptune’s blue domatium daylight
Obstacles of the tumbling water’s footnote
Agonizing heart burns of the Riverboat
Stung over the fringe of newspaper in moonlight
Xenophon Marathon
Mid-mossy Sea’s blue domatium daylight
Stoney obstacles tumbling footnote
Agonizing heart lost love on the Riverboat
Reading over the newspaper in moonlight
Nibbling twice once bitten
Irish drinking song
Her day to play with the kitten
Xenophon marathon again looking wrong
Cried from the window on how it was written
