Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Sleepy Whale 431
Wide brimmed hat she hides her face at the Brink
Live by sort of a half laugh quirk
A bit weak on her pins telling a yarn
Preaching and picking your pocket, cheap
Chairs left upside down with a table in the Barn
Ups his pint to wet his whistle to keep
Time to be quiet with Sabastian and darn
Who was and who is and who’s sheep
Sleepy Whale 430
Pronounced eyes for witchery work
Silkily seductive Bluest of Irish Blue Ink
Voice of a Pick Ax, Face White Washed Pink
Penance for her sin bird screaming jerk
Cluster of Violet but One White Star left in the lurk
Like a cat sitting behind a dog’s link
Wide brimmed hat to hide her Brink
Live by your Pen half laugh quirk
