Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Life 22
Castor oil cough balls of laughter
Sea cold eyes death pew of the slain
Rich silk stockings dishonors of her flesh
Ghost woman rattling chains of phlegm
Stranding twining bullock friending
Coiled pipe description of modality
Ineluctable acid smoke light
Cambering sent of urine unshed tears
Damp cracking frog green worm wood mast
Hope Has Left
That soundless tug conjectured
Unto his Nest again lifts his light Pinnace
UN washed and UN cooked
Twenty-five years never wrote to me
Ask no other thing out of Foxglove
So the walls do tell names of men
Anybody spy corpse rising salt-white
Hope has alabaster silent feathers
Hope has left
Thousand Oaks Shooting II
Collage Cow-girl’s night
Boarder’s Bar-Keep
All night line dancing leap
Path of destruction gun light
Stood pale silent fight
Father Ocean asleep
Grave yard dead sweep
Blood sheeting plight
Quaking souls shattered glass
Weasel rat shooter all in black
Death God Hourglass
Bullets cur clicked-clack
Wind and piss pass
Escape oozing out window crack
Sonnet CDVII
Laughing hyena mosaic code magnifier
Prosecutor’s bashful man juried modesty to adopt
Down on his luck blurred cattle copped
Crumping in silver haze Ferrer-eyed required
Lap ion on his coat changing Tire
Low plinth albino in Blue Dungarees flopped
Sever chill sick bed pensive mopped
Scrutinizes almost voiceless she transpired
Augured sour transfigured sacred affection
Love passages books of love on the written page
Poor horse with his harness slab bisection
Curling Cammie whip in the Lion-tamers cage
Rose-pink blood laying on her Handkerchief vivisection
I was just chatting on the double rampage
Sonnet CDV
Home grown potato purloined botanical fiction
Forcing case of the Model Farm Moss
Frost-bound Coachman profound pitiful loss
Swelling caves eulogized glow logy addiction
Drawn-up to the limit in Silk-hose affliction
Polo ground ins-killings boss
Insulting to any lady double envelops gloss
My fine fellow Cat-o-nine-tails benediction
Joins his hands with hang dog diver
Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently adventure
She will flog him black and blue hirer
She will do no such thing for the venture
Weight for age marble time piece held with wire
She will dig her spurs in for a telegraph indenture
