STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 42

surreal space poetry

Over my head.
You dumped
Me hard.

It was impersonal;
didn’t wait to see
[Me] hit.

I was ragged,
Mean. And
Felt poor,
Shaved, blue,

[I] need sleep.

Speak to me!

I notice my mind
[Go] cold.

Shoved under.

Surreal space poetry


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.

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