STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 19
“Get him!”
[It] hurt[s]
Out
Arms
Bounc[ing]
Left, right,
One, two
Alone
The ground
Again and again
Cut off
I saw it
the open.
Far away,
A shield,
Too far away
Broke
Only broke.
The words that leapt out at me were the ones that painted a picture of a small boy on a playground being bullied, being beat, and zoning out in a fantasy of belonging…
Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a 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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These are pretty great.