STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 46

surreal space poetry

Please fight
Get back
Now I am sure
This happened.

Completely flanked
Working alone
Weaker then
Finished off.

Fast
To the ground,
Through the air.
Fight!

End? End.

I doubt.

StarOops
The fog of war, the confusion of destruction, the madness of adrenaline

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 45

surreal space poetry

In ranks together
Arranged right
Down [to] the
End.

Rapidly and
Politely
Supplied

They understand
He understands,
All those scars
It'[s] not fair.

If you please
Fool
Hand it over.

Wish I knew? Something about a trial or a test?
Wish I knew? Something about a trial or a test?

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 44

surreal space poetry

Bitter work
Short silence[s]
Doubt whip[ped]
Down.

Out here, at
Least, you
Pick your
Own [death].

No rules,
And over.
Broken.
Quiet.

I think [and]
I feel
Better.

surreal space poetry
Small talk makes this so much harder. Time to think. Time to be…

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 43

surreal space poetry

Distasteful,
Shameful.

But cold [and]
Fix[ed]

See[ing] nothing
To the
Skyline.

Run.

Up, down, over,
And unhappy

This had to
Happen to
Me?

I was not
Sure. [It]
Went on
And on.

Never repeated
I wish that
[it] stopped.

And cr[ied],

“I can’t.”

surreal space poetry
Running? Working out, overcoming inner weakness, minor pains. Just run. Just run