Poems
by Terry Brinkman
Sleepy Whale 390
Dark woman and fair man dancing at Red Rock
The fifty five Ford they arrived in, its a bucket of Rust
I was eating New York Pizza with thin crust
Eleven bells from the grandfather clock
Out the back window a fence sitting Hawk
Ghost womans Stockings crumpled at her ankle need an adjust
Blue Irish blue eye liner a must
I and the Irish girl with blue eyes, small talk
Wolf in Sheeps Clothing
Well known strains the heels not to be seen
Blue dust smoke gets in your eye
Around the court house my eye and your pocket green
Lord, have mercy on her alchemy
Toilet tank of life refilling ride
Alabaster silent, dark womans face
Gipsy like eyes Troilus some disgrace
Deep Velvet of the Sea
Ghost woman with rich green silk stockings to start the day
Deep Velvet of the seas cloak
Bring your lion to heel this way
Her coiled pipe producing smoke
Horse with burr in his mane wont break
Sated after his yawn tear washed face
Forgotten for the moment to speak
Kiss Away the Hurt-ness
Kissed away the hurt-ness her eyes twain
Blue eyes glistering with hot tears in one
Left in the dirty sand unmentionables remain
Sad plight misadventure not one alone
Woman with a high degree of respect
Girls will be Girls in spite
Pink articulates lips a storm kiss effect
Witchery bluest Irish blue eyes
Lustrous lashes delight
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