STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 32

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Blind,
Rolling,
By touch

“Oh, uh doctor?
You a doctor?”

Shock
“Come back!
I'[m]… I’m done…”

B[l]ack out

Glumly,
Insufferably,

Holes
Punched in…

Dull.

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STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 31

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First demand,
a need,
at the bottom of
the Pacific
is, something
very  different

[a] Titan

“Never.”
I hesitate
and wonder
whether…

Is it Cthulhu?
Is it Cthulhu?

 

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 30

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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...
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…

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 29

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The pleasure
Battalions,

Simply
Understand,
Are pretty
good.

They
Can cut it
Both in
Preparation
And ability.

Any idea
Why?

Because people,
Too many people,
Want
It

That’s your right,
everbody,
Male or
Female,
Have his
Right to
Pay and
Get
“Hard pushed.”

But
It is a
Highly skilled
Trade
dirty, nasty, dangerous…

The idea of a "love battalion" was humorous to me. That is all.
The idea of a “love battalion” was humorous to me. That is all.

 

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