Terminal

Location

92683
United States
33° 45' 11.3544" N, 118° 0' 3.7512" W

hopelessness,
helplessness,
Define that
“mess”.

“She’s Terminal”
He says.
“She’s-- terminal”
says He.

Terminal?
Terminal to who?
A friend, a lover, a nurse in blue?

Terminal?
Terminal to where?
LAX, Terminal A1?
“All aboard!”
To paradise unfound

Terminal?
Terminal how?
Perpetual termination of the moon in the day or has the flight had a small delay?

Terminal 1
now Terminal 2
“This time Terminal will do.”

The invasion has spread-
a P.O.W. in her own person (prison)
As the days trickle down
in her white hospital bed.

“She’s Terminal”
She says “It’s got her- this time”
says She.

But what about her? me? him?

“she’s lucky”
They say…
third time’s the charm
I guess

“She won’t see Christmas”
says We.
but We were wrong, you see.
2 weeks..
2 days..
2 hours..
“Hurry, quick”
“She’s Terminal”
says We.

“She’s gone”
says Who?
him, her, we?
what says you?
“She’s gone”
to where?
A Christmas so fair.
“She’s gone”
and how?
a lullaby- a peaceful demise.

Terminally Lucky
Christmas come and
Christmas go.
Christmas gone
and now
he, she, we, (must)
know.
(poems go here)

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