Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Sonnet CXXII
Esteemed woebegone
Lewd suggestions at midnight
Bed chamber dynamite
Forbearance silicon
Gracious prince yawn
Dames and damsels fight
Kitchen wench parasite
Noble Lord Swan
Such solar firefly
Cut of her key
Old croons horrify
Smell Sage Tea
Tea house table passer-by
Blue moon pee
Don’t yet cry
Moon light flee
Hopscotch Court
Passed over a Hopscotch court it’s too hot to play
Old man who fished now caught a wart
Wind furled Flag around the mast over the fort
Erosions in a fishless desert lake turned to clay
Beer between fishermen becoming deformed
Eyes of green same color as the Sea Port
She’s still l undefeated at a lonely sport
Fresh rag papers lost chloroform
Early morning catches the fishermen on his stage
Strange old man’s great fishing day
Pelicans flew over the harbor’s empty cage
September time snow falls on Kings peak
Drinking coffee from condensed milk cans
Molting hen’s down falling in my coffee cup
