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.

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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.

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

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 41

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He Shall Rule

On the northern
Prairies.
With thousand[s] [of]
Other victims

We slept and
Ate outdoors,
The Pole five
Miles north.

Before daybreak
A blaring out
To wake the dead.
Charging down,

Marauding.

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