Alone,
I resented the
Darkness.
Knowing that,
Anyhow,
You’ll die
Helpless.
Th[e] endless
Dark,
Forgotten,
Dead.
Category: book
STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 4
Fight
everybody fights
Except
that I was afraid
Privately,
quietly
Really,
really
Just,
just
I snapped
And I wondered
was it just me?
STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 3
The numbers
hypnotize you
Two and ten
Twelve
odd, even,
the count
Look as
time
is destroyed
They take
no prisoners
You, roughnecks,
got a minute…
to
shine!
minutes
drop
STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 2
I don’t think I’ll be sharing every single page of Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein that I turn into poetry, I suppose it depends on the response I get. Here is page 2:
Not one had gone
over the
drop.
I felt the hole
no way,
not good,
to help.
Sadly, you could
expect the days
to cost
everything.
Cost you
a hero.
You do it.