The work?
Is alive.
I'[m] feeling
Expendable
[No,] expended.
Fired, buried.
Walk away?
Chance it?
Taste it?
The bombs and fire
That weigh [you] down.
*running away*
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 18
Tag: heinlein
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 17
Trouble.
It'(s) burning
Hard, smoke
Thick.
Echoes
Muster fast.
Seconds left
And…
Bumbled,
Clicked off
And out
Dead.
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 16
Full power
Charged
Out into,
Armor[ed], [and]
Ring[ed],
The Ways
Jumped,
Swarms bearing.
Hurr[ied],
Growls move [me] forward
[Into] trouble.
So far this has been the most difficult page to turn into something. There’s just too much of of the specifics of Starship Troopers in here to make a good space opera poem out of. Though a poem about super models or drug addicts would be easy enough with some of these words. The ‘full power’ in the first line immediately made me think of Picard’s ‘Engage’ and Kirk’s ‘Ahead’ but getting the words to take those first two anywhere were hard to come by. I ended up with oblique references to a heavily armored ship traversing the void pursued by some unknown, perhaps supernatural, menace.
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 15
I guess I(‘)m
Empty, alone
Stopped
Far out
In the light
Behind the stars
As far away…
The last One
Sent careless(ly)
Over
He trusts no one, not even himself