Penny Wise Milk Bliss by Terry Brinkman Scantly zeal of milk the wee chap’s Boy Scout Camp Cherry ripe red lips drinking sour milk with a laugh that’s amiss Gipsy like eyes drew life cowardice at the Girl Scout Camp Cheap expel pain of first love worn-out Extreme quaint language with Gram crackers and milk Season tickets of the sun’s myth hiss on her milk carton Who’s who in the penny wise milk bliss? Mourner’s sprit of milk lost from sight roundabout Silence appeared like a sorrowful endemic
author bio: Terry Has been painting for over forty five years. Has Five Amazon E- Books. 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 and LKMNDS.
