cybernetic
junk
bits
pieces
confusing
naked
panic
doubled up
face down
night
below
shining
flash
burned
fired
shock(ed)
floated
free
good enough
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 9
Tag: sci-fi
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 8
The seconds follow
Faster
They get under you, throw you.
Confusion, yours
Is firm.
It lasts long, and longer
And,
Then it’s gone.
Now you have
Nothing.
Unable to decide.
Without reflection,
Without company.
No help gained
By staying.
Cut the straps and
See.
This poem has a person! And they’re not dying. Though they may feel as if they are. The pressures and anxieties of life can seem like worse than death at times. It doesn’t really seem to matter who you are or what class you happen to be a part of. It’s part of being human. Letting go of the fact that you’re finite both spatially and temporally is terrifying. It’s also freeing…
STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 7
The planet
Punched, blown
Out,
Dispersed.
The atmosphere
Down. Near
Zero
Burned away.
Burned off.
The sky?
Junk.
No people in this one and nothing dying. Just a blasted planet. Was it too close to it’s own sun? Did it’s atmosphere get caught up by a interstellar object travelling across it’s orbit? Did something terrible happen there long ago? Who knows… rock and stone never reveal their secrets.
STAR*** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 6
Snap
The cartridge bumps
(An odd
Sound)
Into the firing
Chamber
Hits,
Then…
Nothing,
Free,
Weightless,
Wrong,
Dead.
I’m beginning to notice a focus in these poems: Death. I think I need to focus on making these poems more surreal and less and morbid.