Please fight
Get back
Now I am sure
This happened.
Completely flanked
Working alone
Weaker then
Finished off.
Fast
To the ground,
Through the air.
Fight!
End? End.
I doubt.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 46
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STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 45
In ranks together
Arranged right
Down [to] the
End.
Rapidly and
Politely
Supplied
They understand
He understands,
All those scars
It'[s] not fair.
If you please
Fool
Hand it over.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 44
Bitter work
Short silence[s]
Doubt whip[ped]
Down.
Out here, at
Least, you
Pick your
Own [death].
No rules,
And over.
Broken.
Quiet.
I think [and]
I feel
Better.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 43
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.”
