Dark plot

Looking under the bed for what’s not there
Dreaming of, climbing the Maypole
Drinking juices of the Olive Press
Kiss is the dark plot
White Rose scent, passion silent wearing a Blindfold
Making friends with a crying Robot
Alabaster silent dark woman smile
Violet stars but one, white star

Without half trying

Looms of sea moon light on Halloween
Making friends without half trying to work
Limp as a wet rag nobbling at her beer puzzler
Turned up trousers and a white alabaster shirt
Red stone nose rag old sloppy eyes guzzler
Like holding water in her hand not dirt
The moon sets before the clock’s muzzle

Pink Storm Kiss

Pink articulated lips, storm kiss of a Queen
Double dark increasing vaster Moon
Roses by a Bee was stung at noon
Said over her shoulder drinking perfect caffeine
Misty English steams of coffee from her canteen
Tide sheeting the lows of the Blue Lagoon
White rose ivory fur, sea cold eyes of a raccoon
Deep velvet looms of sea on Halloween

Couth erg

Washed away somewhat
Minitel scarcely mold
Hostel forget-me-not
Ireland’s west-ward cold
Under illuminated spot
Shriven Mass-old
Couth erg irk not
From out of the White Fire foothold

Yum Yum Gin

The Shepherd’s hour discipline
Fliting Trip overhaul
Sea-birds screaming at night fall
Rhoda den feminine
Penance for their broken chin
Breathing slumbers snowfall
Drunken women’s brawl
Yum Yum Gin

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. Winamop, Snapdragon Journal, Poets Choice, Adelaide Magazine, Variant, the Writing Disorder, Ink Pantry, In Parentheses, Ariel Chat, New Ulster, Glove, and in Pamp-le-mousse, North Dakota Quarterly, Barzakh, Urban Arts, Wingless Dreamer, LKMNDS and Milk Carton Press.

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