Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Catalot
It's purr It's purr
The king community cat has made it clear
Climate must be perfect all the year
A law was made a many moons ago here
July and August cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Catalot
Winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second or before
By purr order summer lingers through September
In Catalot
Catalot, Catalot
Sounds a bit bizarre
But in Catalot, Catalot
That's how things are
Rain may never fall till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog disappears
In short, there's simply not a
More hospital spot purring
Happily-ever-aftering
Snow may never slush in the cat path
Before nine p.m. moonlight must appear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot purring
Happily-ever-aftering
Than here in Catalot
Sleepy Whale 392
Fat-Tire drinking at Liquid Joes
Sitting next to Dominion gas man
Three ghost women on the table doing the Can-Can
Sabastian’s eyes in low light glows
The new dark haired bar maid is from Buffalo
Drinking beer from a condensed milk can
Hearth sitting cat purring under the fan
Looking for a pot of gold under the rainbow
Bar tender only forty with hair color of tin
Pouring Irish whiskey over steams of coffee
They say the clock is from Berlin
Drinking from my pint, a Bee
Old Tanner’s trying to play the Violin
Old father carrying in a pine tree
Sleepy Whale 393
Hands free Fat-tire Ale drinking invention
Her last, Butt of old Cigar
Frog green wormwood guitar
Ashes on her breast, Street walker apprehension
Like trying to hold water in her hands comprehension
Happy hour maze dark Bar
Slope of sage scar
A burr in a horse’s mane tension
Dark woman and fair man wrestle in mud
Snot green Sunway car
Out of Fat-Tire I will have a Bud
Gyrate dancing at the bazaar
Steel skies blood
Red lipstick on her Cigar
Sabastian IX
Sabastian starts his mornings with a roar
Tuxedo cat you love to adore
You can’t live without him any more
We will be together a long time he’s fore
Kiss under the House
Storm of a kiss under the house
Eager anticipation to open the door
Tide sheeting the lows of the floor
Ashes on the breath of a louse
Deep Velvet eyes of a mouse
Loom of the sea moon light emperor
Roses by a bee was to ignore
White rose alabaster crucified shirt
