Poems
by Terry Brinkman

Sleepy Whale 390

 

Dark woman and fair man dancing at Red Rock

The fifty five Ford they arrived in, it’s 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 woman’s 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 Sheep’s 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 woman’s 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 sea’s cloak

Bring your lion to heel this way

Her coiled pipe producing smoke

Horse with burr in his mane won’t 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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