Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Sleepy Whale 234
Lean on me
She’s a bit weak on her pins
Pass the sentry-box with stones
Sinew less and wobble coffin of stones
Gloria Seventy two out of eighty odds
Cucked hat arm in arm pure amateur
Seven last words on the cross
Berry Ford’s sacred music
Moody and swanky Mozart’s twelfth mass
Immortal numbers veritable sensation
Jesuit fathers hymn sacred edifice
Suffice it to say hear her
Brushing a long swathe of mire
Sleepy Whale 299
Arguing about law and history
Great Clark Street’s incumbent
Invincible ignorance backing his luck
Our lost tribe’s potteries
Mangy snout up old world
Tyrian right to fish
Limerick lace Greek Merchants
Far-famed water horses
Die of Consumption
Doing the tiff, hell with them
God light sideways of the Son
Sonnet CCXIV
Maze of dark dishonors of the best
Her eyes giving way to tears for nothing
Stole an arm around her waist to hear her sing
Impetuous fellow must be from the west
Cast shadows over her childhood’s crest
Her Blue eyes glistering with tears last evening
Hair slightly flecked with gray, a long kissed guest
Gazing out the window’s heavenly Azul glass
Have mercy on her the end is so near
Holiday’s lattice window Christmas
Verge of tears short sighted eyes to volunteer
Sleepy Whale # 46
Son of a sea cook
Slightly disturbed in his sentry box
Beggarly striver coastwise
Tolerably pink
Boisterously trolling
Redoubtable sank scene
An Ax to grind
Effusion skin of the goat
Day of reckoning
Irish soil growing tobacco
Monopolizing conversation
Inside out silence
Marked the termination undismayed
Never the less held to his main
Sonnet CLXXIII
Once you are dead, you are dead Gin
Like a burr sticking in a horse’s cajole
Unshed tears the golden rule control
Unmentionables full of her wet skin
Playing stone heaps of dead Butterflies on her Violin
The last glow of fleeting day patrol
Faintly sent of urine on the shadow less Maypole
Corps rising salt-white in the streets of Berlin
If you fail, try again inside or out it’s the plot
Bluest Irish blue silky seductive blindfold
Gathering twilight curiosity like a Robot
Voice like a Pick Ax, whit washed nuns of old
They kiss in the dark, and never tell the spot
VISIT
Met my oldest son, inside at the Logan Airport
Snow was falling Christmas Day
He and the kids parked the car
Met me out concourse A.
We drove from Boston to Ashland
No pub was open
To get a beer
Talked about the kids school
Then the conversation dragged
Looked out the window to see, we were here.
Sonnet CCXXXVII
Lighted crave carefully running Dragonfly
Semitransparent Irish Blue Shirt
She fell below the sill tearing her skirt
Extinguished the candle with a Barfly
Drew two spoon seat deal glorify
Sun dam trench restlessness in the desert
Hydrokinetic turgidity in alert
Extinguished the sterility’s lullaby
Circumpolar ice caps star
Semitransparent semicircular Rocket
Imperturbability peninsulas Guitar
Down-ward-trending precious metal Sprockets
Cataracts whirlpools maelstrom bizarre
Ocean flowing rivers in the pocket
