STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 49

Starship Trooper Bard, Dean Stahl, 2019

Slumped, pale,
Exhausted, breath
Rasping.

Dirty and low
My pulse sick.

Wouldn’t [do] for
[A] doctor.

Muscles twitched,
Need pills.

Slow down. I
Wonder what was
[The] question [that]
Got answered [here.]

Defeated, lost, despairing

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 48

surreal space poetry

I slapped him
Hard
Dripping hot
Shivering cold
Breathing hard.

Break, and

It was over

He didn’t know
Outclassed
From the first.

All that nonsense
Miserable, pale,
and plain.

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 47

surreal space poetry

 

Just my
Honor sir.

Not yet.

As you wish
Sir.

I don’t know
How.

Help me!

Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]

Fast, almost, [as]
Thought.

Motion slowed, fall[ing]

Sorry.

Loneliness, flying through space, orders given, order lost, talking to self

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 46

surreal space poetry

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.

StarOops
The fog of war, the confusion of destruction, the madness of adrenaline

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