STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 37

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You like dogs?
Did your dog sleep
on your bed?

I don’t have a
dog.
Mother didn’t allow
dogs.

Mother’s angry
Terribly, terribly
Hurt.

Her mind can’t
Shape human
Speech at all.

Bright except
Defective. A
Genius in [her]
Own line…

Can you imagine?

Huh?
I can’t.

space poetry, Starship Troopers
A trivial conversation descends into a reverie on the mental illness of a loved one. Someone rapped in themselves but unable to comprehend the thoughts that they are.

Author: falselogic

Doesn’t mix well with polite company; his two favorite topics being politics and religion. Would rather be out cycling, swimming, running, or camping. Misspent his youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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