Mid-Terms

Such is life in the voter’s booth
Hurry up, there is a line
NO! The time is mine
Prop. Three is uncouth
I need to move to Duluth
No more TAX! Underline
Don’t forget to sign
Truth is not Truth
I am headed to the door
Three hours grave yard dead
No to, Pollsters ambassadors
Going home for beer and bread
Vote here nevermore
Shave shower and bed

Lauren

Washington the place of her hart
Heavenly beauty happy hunger
Running for Utah
Bar’s gossoon out cast man
Deep velvet Azure of the sky
Zig Zag maze of dark
Clambering for help
White Ivory crucified in a car
Death Pew for the guilty
Brief gestures haunting remorse

On the Fifth Day

Blessed are Dogs that smile and wag their tail.
Blessed are Cats that climb trees to the top.
Blessed are Birds that sing at dawn and dusk
Blessed are Turtles that never stop walking.
Blessed are Squirrels that gather nuts.
Blessed are Gold Fish that swim, swim, and swim.
Blessed are Horses that let you ride them.

A Little Drunk

I am always a little drunk
I feel too much
Even as a child
Perhaps the opposite
I remember how at Eighteen
The price fell to the floor
At afternoon coffee I eat Easter eggs
Perhaps the opposite
Healthy robust and subtle
I feel too much

Euclid

I wake at Cockcrow
Burning still is Venus
Gait to antecedent Java
Precipitating Euclid Ave.
Gamble a crosswalk traverse
Initial stride ceased
Snot-green conveyance Truck
Malaise my Death Bed
Scrotumtening the Cross walk
Florin Ghost Candle Light

Terry Brinkman has been painting for over forty five years. He started creating poems. He has five Amazon E- Books, also poems in Rue Scribe, Tiny Seed, Jute Milieu Lit and Utah Life Magazine, Snapdragon Journal, Poets Choice, In Parentheses, Adelaide Magazine, UN/Tethered Anthology and the Writing Disorder.

You can find more of terry’s work here on Ink Pantry.