Poems
by Terry
Brinkiman
Feeling Poorly
Long story short carrying Cherry Tree Firewood
Hilarious pretext nasty Map
Heaps of time spent with Pub Menu on her lap
Manifest second hand boot stood
Worth twice the money for the hood
Beyond a shadow of doubt surveillance trap
Remarked coast was clear for a nap
Society shelter or shanty woods
Feeling poorly spurs burst
Opportunity slight extent mirth
Mendelssohn a gem in its first
Man, and his horse’s sweeper dearth
A long swathe of mire thirst
Suffice it to say character birth
Sonnet CCXXXXI
Maze of dark Jack Priest drunk on communion wine
Dishonors of our flesh from sea to land
Storm tossed hearts from the Cathedral grand
Gun-whale pews made from pine
Faintly scented wine from the swine
Spiritual condition of the left hand
Eager anticipation of communion contraband
Shadow less early morning peace sign
Stone heaps of butteries at the stop
Last night’s unmentionables full of beer
White Rose Ivory Lollipop
Star thrown shadow covers the fear
Like a burr sticking ready to drop
Hymns of heavenly beauty no longer near
Sonnet CCXXXXV
Beauty shall not be found in unmentionables of silk
Girl who’s out of fashion begins to move
Lacking in glamor unable to grove
Her joy did you make Ilk
Love’s not time’s bilk
Winged snake’s love has bitten until approved
Take some pleasure of her pain removed
Rich alabaster silk stocking’s lady, mixing Ale and milk
Roses by a Bee was stung until Red
Two instead of one thing
Grave’s final private place of bed
Lures sunlight to a helpless Queen
Sheen of dew on the flower’s head
Beautiful things inspire your spring
Sonnet CCXXXIX
Omni present aluminiferous Dragonfly
Irish bisected with augmented shirt
Full masculine feminine bluest skirt
Unexpectedly encountering tarnation’s Barfly
Disturb him absent of light to glorify
Black Olives in oleaginous paper desert
Kettle lid both sides simultaneously alert
Uneven polished dark surface of the lullaby
Nicked myself shaving by the light of a star
Inspiration shining bearing Rocket
Passive active hand playing Guitar
Heliotherapy psychophysics therapeutics Sprockets
Postwoman’s silent double knock bizarre
Agglutinated lather in her pocket
Santa Barbara Morning
The backache pills I took have yet to work
Ineluctable as I am clambering down the hill
I tread soles sinking in the silkily sand foot path
Clutching a monstrance foot modality pace
To sea wrack at stagnant bay
Gliding by patriarchal, rusted blue silver yacht
Ashes on her breath, grave yard dead
Horse-nostril- led cable of fish, ghost woman
Sea spawn California imp Misty English morning
Sonnet CCXXIX
Single pinhead occupied with the probe quadrature bar
Mud choked hearses to heaven’s glory
Involution increasingly infinitesimal brevity dormitory
Discernible by daylight Ghost woman playing guitar
Removable stone cavities of the earth fell on her car
Increasingly vaster moon incipient lunation Observatory
Suppose now it happened is the story
Glow Worms la lamp is the gleaming star
An empty Hearse’s left open door
Slowly image of her haunting smoke glass
I will without writing on the floor
Turf from the midland bogs for Christmas
