STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 33

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I began to
Doubt
My competence

“Under the influence
Of narcotics,
Hypnosis

Echoe[s]…

“Free will,
Coercion,
[A] promise…”

I thought
I knew better

I swear…

Is it me or is there a lot in each of these pages to make a person sound mental ill?
Is it me or is there a lot in each of these pages to make a person sound mental ill?

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 32

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Blind,
Rolling,
By touch

“Oh, uh doctor?
You a doctor?”

Shock
“Come back!
I'[m]… I’m done…”

B[l]ack out

Glumly,
Insufferably,

Holes
Punched in…

Dull.

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STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 31

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First demand,
a need,
at the bottom of
the Pacific
is, something
very  different

[a] Titan

“Never.”
I hesitate
and wonder
whether…

Is it Cthulhu?
Is it Cthulhu?

 

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 30

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Run home!
High up in
Antarctica,
Eyes red and
Knuckles callused.

The last choice…

Look!
Legless,
[A] human guinea pig.
The rare
Exception

The last choice…

So, go
Home.
It’s rough,
[It’s] dangerous.
[And]

You aren’t allowed to pick your last choice…

Took a while for this to come together. Had an iteration where it was three different verses about three different people. Then it was about running away. Finally, it's about whether you run or stay the last choice you make usually isn't voluntary...
Took a while for this to come together. Had an iteration where it was three different verses about three different people. Then it was about running away. Finally, it’s about whether you run or stay the last choice you make usually isn’t voluntary…