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

 

 

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