Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Rhythm Of Words
Midnight my time for Rocking-Horse walking path of brick
Rhythm over sand furrows of my son
Woven fox fond tweed on his skeleton
Hiking society Walking Stick
Flint Glass Biscuit Tin Arsenic
Alabaster silent simpleton
Ivory raised silk phenomenon
Vague loneliness doing arithmetic
Perfectly true beer high
Ravine’s fragrance Palace
Mescal brooding silence horrifies
Beckoning Alice
Velvet azure of Blue-Berry Pie
Last swig of the Chalice
Rock and Cactus
Sheep-herders sleeping straw
Laughed merrily sleeping in her Cadillac
Wooden shutters gruffly broken clack
Ghastly plateaus pine guffaws
Rock and Cactus backyard See-Saw
Rocky ramparts dry hay stack
Methadone racy Zodiac
Gracefully sleeping Awe
Blinding Zig-Zag flash
Star shadows face
Poignancy bitter trash
Her hauntingly sweet embrace
Salted scaled ass rash
Remorse of her grace
Lapses of Purely
Medium pair of skates
Something surprised electromagnetics
Water Lily poetic
Lapses of purely erring date
Whipping Post came too late
Home life permeated sympathies
Loop Line Railway mate
Crackling Yule Log Burdensome
Cries incoherently in the museum
Indecent Christendom
Alleged case quarrelsome
Cobbler’s especial Crematorium
Mosaic Azul prosily Platinum
Antisthenes Flag
Mary’s Plum juice dribbles from her mouth down my back
Wiping off with her pink actuated lips with my handkerchief rag
Bit nervy sleeping at my feet reminds me of Antisthenes flag
Been running in blarney muck unveil cardiac
Her hip high black boot heels on view above hanging rack
Hand to her chin pulling whiskers filling the bag
Alabaster woman looks out for squalls drag
Spitting sunflower stones out the window back
Abreast silently kissing as the north wind blew
Ail drink before and after dinner
Words of words for words too Blue
The forest muttering a backhand spinner
What it too you my Kingdom for a brew
Wandering Ashland’s Woods winter
Ferries and Gnomes
Red Butte Garden in early spring when morning dew is frost in the shadows
Old Sociology Professors and first year Freshmen Students
Explain sometimes on quite early morning walks in the Garden
As the sun just peeks over the mountain out the corner of your eyes
You can see Ferries and Gnomes in the trees playing hid and seek
Turning as quickly as you may, you can never catch them
Maybe it’s just the morning’s tall shadows playing tricks
Ice Rink
Mottle affairs at Pica-work
Sleepy Whale’s poetry ink
Her unshed teared eyes pink
Milk oozing lonely goat jerk
Red silk stockings lurk
Sabastian’s Ice-Rink
Sheeting sea tide link
Ghost woman’s netting quirk
Crying in yarn
Deserters Indrises cheap
Wine dark drinking Barn
Lace fringed celestines Bar-Keep
Weasel rats rice turds, darn
Knock-Kneed nerves girl sleep
Wood panel Bar-fly
Falling screech-owls cries
Bullock-be-friending Auctioneer
Pyridine pomelos Lear-Cheer
Sad lost anemones lie
Noble Lord of the manor Embrace
Floating Corps
Alderman’s red floating Corps friction
Cold Chain of life Lord Mayor Moss
Vigorously overnight agreement Aurora Borealis boss
Large dark eyes Pink Articulated Lips addiction
Hither known for lying affliction
Lifesaving apparatuses loss
After midnight hobgoblin poor man’s glossary
Venetian Mass May Poles benediction
Moe’s regal Lodge opal direr
Elbow length Bee-Hive Ivory Gloves adventure
Tortoise shell laying eggs dun skink hirer
Lost for forty nights venture
Bleeding left hand blood covered bailing wire
Sleety days Paper-Boy objectionable indentures
Crouching Over
Her stockings fell loose over her ankles
Red Ink Pen stained back pocked of her trousers
With lips of Pink, she was perched on the stool behind the bar
Crouching over the bar kissing her cat
Perceived two different points an observation
Green Turf dancing above the bar
Tearless eyes she stood at the window
Watched increasingly vaster moon incipient
May Moon, she’s folding a well-worn diaper
Sitting crossed legged eating her sack lunch
Fire at the liberty next to the Green Barn
Hope the rain mucks us to keep
La Lamp is still gleaming at dawn
Weight of eleven stones in her sleep
Kissed the Best
Her dancing eyes admonition kissed the best
Spiritual marriage in an Alabaster Ivory like ring
Seated by her companions we sing
Joyous little laugh said she would move west
Irish Blue eyes Red Hair a woman’s crest
Nesting stick clattering under her wing
Occupants of the party buried-out last evening
No ice lime-water her request
Morning brightness in the stained glass
Haunting girlish shyness drinking warm beer
Cross legged sitting smoking Grass
Proceeding down the sage far and near
Singing practice before Mass
Witchy bluest lustrous volunteer
Cold Fowl Cigars
Midnight now begins to write
All that kills, scraping men
Her ghost held with a haunted pin
Ghost Woman glimmered in still night
Putrefied grave’s Moon-Light
Dancing on the bowling green ten
Gravely oaths affidavits until then
Cold fowl cigars smoking at starlight
Sleeping Maggot beds wake us in vain
Lilla tree dang laughter
Doing it twice is insane
Such a rooted dislike thereafter
Green eyes with a sappy Red-Head profane
Sub-normal level of adhockery rafter
