STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 43

surreal space poetry

Distasteful,
Shameful.

But cold [and]
Fix[ed]

See[ing] nothing
To the
Skyline.

Run.

Up, down, over,
And unhappy

This had to
Happen to
Me?

I was not
Sure. [It]
Went on
And on.

Never repeated
I wish that
[it] stopped.

And cr[ied],

“I can’t.”

surreal space poetry
Running? Working out, overcoming inner weakness, minor pains. Just run. Just run
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