Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Corroborated Irish
Old tarpaulin new facial blemishes
Always been Corroborated Irish Catholic
We are the Backbone of our Empire
Never an Irishman peasant
Ship born worthy of his salt
Gold Coins in hand needless to say
Many irascible words
Ghost-Woman waxed hotter
All passage of arms
Followed by series of years
Pooh Poo her new suggestion
From our neighbors across the channel
Quixotic Catholic idea
Egregious male balderdash
Less Interesting
New little less interesting point
Needed common parlance
Cotton seams pull apart
Always blithering useless
Never lesser or keeper
Student of human soil
Looser and least of the game
Bar Maid brandished a knife
Black cold steel
Begin setting off change
She’s a Danny-Man
Lost ring Queen’s evidence
He’s Utterly repudiated
Lovers’ vendettas
Heated Fashion
God, I mean Christ was a Jew too
Not unlike me
True plain facts
Heated fashion not offensive
For himself away wrath
He’s not right
New-committal gleans
Two of four eyes conversing
Stipulate all sides of question
Hard but slow proceeded rules
She boasts right and wrong
No room for little good-will
Improvement of her intolerance
Spade and Stick
Here under St. Luke’s Wall of brick
Dutch oven cooking in the burning sun
Plague all become ashes to ashes skeleton
We took up our Spade and Stick
Tower of silence arsenal
Mamma lay with her son simpleton
An awful Monday death phenomenon
New kind of a canvas arithmetic
Three midnights rather long Piercy high
Seven-graver digger’s palace
In sight out of mind horrify
Jotting on stone the recipes of Alice
We are eating Sweet Potato Pie
Drinking Red Wine from Alice’s Chalice
Unweave the Curfew
Moon shadows hang over the paradox que
Warm misunderstood young
Honey task bee with me unsung
Midnight by midnight as we unweave the curfew
Miscreant eyes glinting Nehru
Poet weaves ghost stories high strung
Gail in the market sprung
Shadow over hell of a time view
Heart of woman not sundering bloom
Dine on a blue cone capped worm
Cypher jugglers in apocrypha broom
Smiles on Dublin High Road confirm
His after life musing flume
Undramatic monologues’ no princely term
Museum Cloakroom
Hasty written short hand sights zoom
Left hand into her vest pocket over her backbone
Good views non-illuminating cornerstone
Closing at the museum cloakroom
Butterfly flutters flight over her Tomb
Tree forks hue new cry postpones
Fox and geese play in a brooding tone
Lost in artist unquiet ghost bitters room
Vixen bully tapster’s gap
Alarmed face toward light Zen
Tell me in her ear as I nap
Vestal shadow hang over the den
Sayers Bird-God mishap
Breathe spirit reconciliation Oxygen
Handkerchief Rag
Prun juice dribbles from her mouth down my back
Wiping off with her new pink handkerchief rag
Nervy reminds me of Antisthenes Flag
Walking in blarney muck unveil cardiac
Hip high new boot heels on view above hanging rack
Fingers to her chin filling the bag
Ghost Woman looks out for squalls drag
Spitting Sunflower Seeds out the window from mouth of Jack
Walked silently as the north wind blew
Ail drink before and after dinner
Poets of words for words Blue
Forest muttering an Irish spinner
What of it my Kingdom for a brew
Ashland’s Woods with Tess and Emmy Breadwinner
Old Gray Toad
Jack Priest hiding under the porch
Never required a Polygraph
Snot green grass needs to be mowed
Look out! On the car’s roof Old Gray Toad
Eating the Golden Calf
He is not so poor now
Moon Shadow lay over the cliff of rocks
Golden Cow is in the back, back yard
Irish face wet rag hanging in place
Our human shells disavow
Hard to Find
Unwashed and Uncooked new offence
Corpse rising salt-white at midnight
Like holding water in your hands
She’s Singing alone in her sleep
Lost in a maze of dark hard to find
Manannan diphthong slowly
Her unmentionables on drying line blowing in the wind
Not won in six days, you know
Salemites
Eager anticipation of nothing to come
Conditional spiritual of man’s defects
Salemites a slightly ironical sister
Bonesetters Saruman midnight will pass
Running at Cock’s Crow with the sun in my good eye
Galt to antecedent java in an old milk can
Gamble a crosswalk traverse in Pittsburgh
