Over my head.
You dumped
Me hard.
It was impersonal;
didn’t wait to see
[Me] hit.
I was ragged,
Mean. And
Felt poor,
Shaved, blue,
Sharp.
[I] need sleep.
Speak to me!
I notice my mind
Sneeze,
[Go] cold.
Shoved under.
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STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 41
He Shall Rule
On the northern
Prairies.
With thousand[s] [of]
Other victims
We slept and
Ate outdoors,
The Pole five
Miles north.
Before daybreak
A blaring out
To wake the dead.
Charging down,
Marauding.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 40
Startling to
[Be] shipping out
Early.
Packing,
Take along
Photographs.
I was
Confounded
[But], I could
Cut it
I suspect.
I’ll find out.
STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 39
I came out
Subdued,
Unhappy.
I was a soldier
[But]
I had to prove it.
I ran.
I couldn’t [escape]
This horror show.
I got orders.
Make a man of you
Or kill you
Trying.
A good choice?
A good choice.
Others are button
Pushers.
We do the work
Good luck!
