STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 49

Starship Trooper Bard, Dean Stahl, 2019

Slumped, pale,
Exhausted, breath

Dirty and low
My pulse sick.

Wouldn’t [do] for
[A] doctor.

Muscles twitched,
Need pills.

Slow down. I
Wonder what was
[The] question [that]
Got answered [here.]

Defeated, lost, despairing

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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