STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 7

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The planet

Punched, blown

Out,

Dispersed.

 

The atmosphere

Down. Near

Zero

 

Burned away.

Burned off.

The sky?

Junk.

No people in this one and nothing dying. Just a blasted planet. Was it too close to it’s own sun? Did it’s atmosphere get caught up by a interstellar object travelling across it’s orbit? Did something terrible happen there long ago? Who knows… rock and stone never reveal their secrets.

STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 6

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Snap
The cartridge bumps

(An odd
Sound)

Into the firing
Chamber

Hits,
Then…

Nothing,
Free,
Weightless,
Wrong,

Dead. 

  I’m beginning to notice a focus in these poems: Death. I think I need to focus on making these poems more surreal and less and morbid.

STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 5

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Alone,

I resented the
Darkness.

Knowing that,
Anyhow,
You’ll die
Helpless.

Th[e] endless
Dark,

Forgotten,

Dead.

 

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?

 

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