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

surreal space poetry

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

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

No rules,
And over.

I think [and]
I feel

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

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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