Finished and
Smoking
uh…
Fission all.
Tag: robert heinlein
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 49
Slumped, pale,
Exhausted, breath
Rasping.
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.]
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 48
I slapped him
Hard
Dripping hot
Shivering cold
Breathing hard.
Break, and
It was over
He didn’t know
Outclassed
From the first.
All that nonsense
Miserable, pale,
and plain.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 47
Just my
Honor sir.
Not yet.
As you wish
Sir.
I don’t know
How.
Help me!
Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]
Fast, almost, [as]
Thought.
Motion slowed, fall[ing]
Sorry.