Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

Sleepy Whale 300

 

God light sideways no Art no Literature works

Thick-lugged brawny strength hands

To hell with them meddler of dark

Strong foamy ale Brehon’s

God left on the nod

Silent unsound deathless mind

Alabaster pounded final testamentary

Paramore spider’s web in the corner

Our own fault high Sanhedrim

We let them come in

Awful smutty Saxon robes

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 301

 

Misfortune long as a late breakfast

Deeply interested smutty Yankee peashooter

All wind and piss like a tar-yard cat

Hell upon earth evicted tenant

Dark hue training ship at Port Smith

Last swig out of the pint

Acorn bronze Street Organ

Dead house pleats in pinstripes

Windy night Heron Feathers flying

Wine bark on the wine dark water way

Fifth quarter lost rattled her bones

Weak lottery ticket lodge meeting

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 302

 

Last swig out of the pint

All wind and piss like a tar-yard cat

Dark hue hell upon earth she is

Underneath dead horse handy

Windy night galloped around the corner

Winds blowing from the south, raking the fire

Remember her last appearance laughing

Her small head pike-hoses legs

Like barrels of bread chunks

Watching her water brewery barge

Munching sea air sours as she walks

Puff-balls of smoke, she’s gone

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 303

 

Brewery barge, vats of porter

Rats dead drunk on porter

Crumpled paper ban

She swallowed a belly-full

Wake up in the dead of night

Fifty yards astern

Wits shoveling scoopfuls

Iron rails river run

Druid’s blue-sliver Altair

Weary Phosphorus codfish

Dark rimmed glasses side glances

Hart and hand snipe

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 304

 

Gutter snipe murmuring meditation

Nature’s gentlemen good-day pausing

Black-rimmed glasses frayed stained shirt

Peace and war spring cleaning

Christmas Turkeys and Geese

Religion sipped her grog

Singing put her

Hand in pocket to scratch her groin

Cool as a cumber

Whose thoughts she’s chewing

No fear no brains

Snuffled and scratched

 

 

 

 

 

Sonnet CLXXXII

 

Smoking a coiled pipe cough-balls of laughter

Under the Railway bridge is the Logging road

Kiss in the dark, never lose the mode

The Devil breaks the hasp of your staff

Tattooed in blue Chinese ink Astor graph

An Oil pipe runs over the grass, hard to mow

Isosceles triangle, looks like hope for the toad

Muck red bank Oysters, piled to her calf

His God I mean Jesus is a Jew now

Cough-balls of laughter, still luck is a lock

Two Flasks of Ships Rum traded for a cow

Quietly with God, praying on a rock

Bluest Irish blue down-cast-eyes disavow

Ghost woman with a green silk Crock 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 240

 

Adjoining Jesuit education

Duumvirate deliberate emergency

Ecclesiastical dust buckets

Common factors or similarity

Between like and dislike

Cisatlantic insular artic impressions

Transatlantic manner of life

Tenacity domestic training

Roman Catholic heterodox

Social and ethical doctrines

Some points divergent

Civic self-help eternal   

 

 

 

 

 

WAITING

 

Christmas Eve

Shift change

Cooling my heels

Hunkered in my Truck

Waiting

Not to get a call

 

Mummer of blizzard

 

Tomorrow Boston

Kiss Emmy and Tess

 

 

 

 

 

Get off the Beaten Path

 

Plan your visit

Five national parks

Five major entrances

Five invasive species

A natural process FIRE!

No one ever said

Five invasive species

Get off the beaten path

Old west cookout

Grizzly Bears

Yellowstone Country

Send your stories

Forever may they inspire?

Falling trees

 

 

 

 

 

Sweetwater

 

Go harder

One iconic American road trip

Accommodation are available

Sweetwater Wyoming

Traversed the park to hunt

Not well suited for climbing

Begin opening in early May

Sweetwater Wyoming

Reflecting the natural surroundings

One iconic American road trip

 

 

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