STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 30
Run home!
High up in
Antarctica,
Eyes red and
Knuckles callused.
The last choice…
Look!
Legless,
[A] human guinea pig.
The rare
Exception
The last choice…
So, go
Home.
It’s rough,
[It’s] dangerous.
[And]
You aren’t allowed to pick your last choice…
Took a while for this to come together. Had an iteration where it was three different verses about three different people. Then it was about running away. Finally, it’s about whether you run or stay the last choice you make usually isn’t voluntary…
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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