STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 35

Thanks to Teg for the image wrangling!

Do you know?

Not a blessed
thing

cool off
shake out
save power

See you if
I see you

Nobody saw
I know

Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness
Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness

Author: Jonathon

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.

2 thoughts on “STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 35”

  1. I came across a line that might amuse you in Gore Vidal’s 1876, spoken by the main character, Charles Schuler: “…today’s poetry makes me quite angry, since, at best, it is no more than carefully ruined prose.”

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