Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

Medieval

 

Shattered backboard Basketball toss

Wooden-Shoe’s Dutch

Hobbling shadows of ghost woman’s touch

England to France Chenglei Dod-Paddle cross

Motley Ocean’s moon-light gloss

Hypostasis tickled her in as much

Medieval roes as such

Masonry covered in moss

Fring cut from her toast

Stranger than truth scorch

Glass to glass boat to boast

Morning tea on the back-porch

Spiritual condition of lost ghost

Weak waning dim lit torch

 

 

 

 

 

Brown Lawns

 

Medium light ghost magnifier

Did she or did not adopt

Water-Lily bottle copped

Bogus statement required

Women surroundings to change his Tire

Bike path railway flipped flopped

Azul house blind lady mopped

Brown lawns that were to transpire

Mumbles incoherently affection

Without looking up answered Page

Uproar and cat calls bisection

Pharaoh Prima Bear Garden Cage

Especial atavism lobber’s unction

Hotly popular fight rampage

 

 

 

 

 

Intellect’s Pitfall

 

Anticipation morning rising

Solemnities ironical pitfall

Cry’s heavenly drawl

Murmuring all girl’s church choir harmonizing

Unmentionables scrutinizing

Shadows philosophical crawl

Climb to the top before the fall

Speed dating without compromising 

Wild-Fire nearing the steeple and still rising

Love’s first sign intellect’s pitfall

Soul’s shamed drawl

Midnight fire-fight ash harmonizing

Shadows lay over scrutinizing

Stench of foul water compromising

Crossed legged smoking a coiled pipe

Sachs quash link

Vaster sapient midnight quirk

May’s Moon too yen

 

 

 

 

 

Sage Methadone

 

Sheep sleeping on straw

Stranded in her Cadillac

Rude gruffly clack

Plateaus pine guffaws

Rock and Cactus See-Saw

Rocky ramparts wet hay stack

Sage methadone nightly Zodiac

Sleeping in healthful Awe

Midnight lightning flash

Star-night on her face

Poignancy recycled trash

Hauntingly sweet embrace

Chicken’s cheeks rash

Vague remorse grace

 

 

 

 

 

Covered in Moss

 

Covered in moss to toss

Her nightfall as such

Hobbling nightcrawlers Dutch

England to France good fences good neighbors don’t cross

Back-and-forth Motley Ocean’s gloss

Hypostasis brains as much

Medieval Roses to touch

Toppling masonry in moss

Her breast to toast

Stranger scorch

Sent of dried urine to boast

Crumpets and Tea on the porch

Spiritual conditional ghost

Weak wasting lost light torch

 

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