STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 17

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Trouble.
It'(s) burning
Hard, smoke
Thick.

Echoes
Muster fast.
Seconds left
And…

Bumbled,
Clicked off
And out
Dead.
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Trouble stands out when you are alone in space. Accidents can quickly become fatal. But, what is it like to die? Is it binary? On and off. In and out. Clicking on and off…

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 16

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Full power
Charged
Out into,

Armor[ed], [and]
Ring[ed],

The Ways

Jumped,
Swarms bearing.

Hurr[ied],
Growls move [me] forward
[Into] trouble.

 

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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

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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
Lone, probably insane, astronuat sent out into the abysses between the stars. Slowly his mind begins to eat itself.  He trusts no one, not even himself
Lone, probably insane, astronuat sent out into the abysses between the stars. Slowly his mind begins to eat itself.
He trusts no one, not even himself

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 14

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Hear, blink, pick
Up I never landed.

 

With red around
The Others

 

At least
I could quit.
Concentrate on
Anywhere.

 

Start rampaging,
Without fear,
Hitting at doubt.

 

Rattled, and
Half paralyzed.

 

Yeah, I'm not really sure what happened here... Though it certainly fits the source material.
Yeah, I’m not really sure what happened here… Though it certainly fits the source material.
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