Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Blue Brick
Skippers Blue Brick Royal Rum
My Moon meets her Sun
Egypt’s plague, Skeletons rising from the sands of time
Ghost candle-stick to light
Lady Chapel Arsenic at midnight
Subsolar simpletons dancing in the Cottonwood Gym
Multiplicity phenomenon be for sun-rise daily
Dark Woman fair Man arithmetic on the desk
Life ran very high up and down the hills
Crystal Palace sitting on the Great Salt Lake
Post-mortality horrifies kids in the Graveyard
Hubbub noisy Alice singing in the shower
Bitter-milk Pie with Hot Coffee
Drink blood from chalice each day at Mass
Flowered Butterfly
Palm-Sunday priest cry
Snot green sea Palms
Cold Coffee from burnished carafe
Sanguine flowered butterfly landing on the Yellow Tulip
Maladroit silk Fire Fly spinning in my ear
Quaking soul epitaph at the Red Cross
Alma’s giving blood today
Hobbling long in the last paragraph
Faintly scented passerby as I lay giving blood
Low skimming twilight sneaking between the blinds
No dishonors of the plight
Chalk-Scrawled date on the wall when we can give again
Mid-Moonlight now driving westward home
Blue Dusk Midnight tonight
Blinding zig zag lightening spark
My Kingdom
My Kingdom for a pint of Bud
Banishment breaks the hasp of your brother
Middle of her life she has pasted
Banishment from Pink Articulated Lips
He chucked lewdly
Laughed out loud to free his mind
Silent myth mulberry tree Tire Swing
Progeny the life of love’s absence
New World without poetic justice
Only forward motion has ended
A Grave Diggers epilogue
