Terminus Poems

LOST PROPERTY

...
That’s another umbrella lost;
Six already this year.
I dread to think how much they’ve cost,
But I won’t shed a tear.

It isn’t entirely by accident
That I leave them on the train.
I have an...

MONOLOGUE OF AN EXILE

...Just one dusk at the terminus,
the hourglass will shatter.

No more pain,
no more suffering,
just the silence
of a penance without sentence.

My feelings,
a procession of punishments.

My ...

JOURNAL OF A LUCID CONDEMNED

...Too many bruises
to recall the story
of my scars.

Surviving all these disasters:
an invaluable blessing.

Remaining whole
in this jungle
where liars,
hypocrites,
and impostors
thrive.

...

Watchers in the Gloom

...To that shadowed city round
Come those that are sorrow bound
In their multitudes alas
Through a Terminus so vast
For a city grim enabling
Their eternal laboring 
From the parapets looking down
...

A Vine in Winter

...Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.

A vine in Winter;
Winter is slow.
Just h...

Pulse of the Poet's Abyss

...In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality
            my qui...

Melancholic Bound

...Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane?
E...

Life Is A Journey

...Life is a journey to another place.
We know from whence we start
But not the destination.
It lies somewhere,
That terminus,
Within the scope of time and space,
Yet still may be,
For some of us...

It Came Upon Him

...
He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.

His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.

It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
...

An anticlimactic sexual event

...An anticlimactic sexual event...

with Barb Black née Beebee
to help set the ghost
of little Willy Brandt free
(a non German, but germane fellow  
courtesy Craigslist classified
personals of m...

terminus station

...falls raindrops reaching 


bitter cold grips my fingers


winter takes my hand...

When Doves Cry

...When doves cry
There are so many tissues
It's a blinding whiteness 
Whipping about
With white wet feathers
Falling asunder
And laid to rest
On the night grass below
Since doves only sob 
Und...

Heaven

...Heaven

I’ve began to envision the realm of dreams, where your weight is in the presence of the stars that gilsen oh so bright,
Such a rocky start to how this began, with mustard size faith clench...

A Leader Can Never Be a Stolid Follower

...A leader is, of course, solid not a blind follower
A leader is a true, real, genuine and patient analyzer
A leader usually leads the pack or the caucus
Follows common sense, the rules and laws of ...

Nerida's Nest

...
        Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed 
        Transmission snap equals idle start
        Dysfunctional gypsy destitute
        Tricky situation screams for bird to depart
        T...

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