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

 

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