STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 38

Star Oops space poetry

The emotional
Relationship between
Man and man
Is great and
Important.

A mercy, slowly
Put together.
Made at risk,
So consider[ed].

Then realized
That every
Choice
Was [a] miss,
A casualty [to]
Other work.

Too late now.

[He] thinks well
Of you.

He does? Surprised.
What did he say?

Smile; high praise!

Praise?

You like [him]?

[Maybe]…

Star Oops space poetry
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Apologies for not updating the poem recently. Though, I have to say I think these posts are my least read. I don’t think anyone has ever commented on them (besides Patty, thank you Patty!) I’m determined to get through all 263 pages of the book. Regardless of how long that takes. Trying to make even nonsensical space poetry out of some pages is a difficult task! Especially the ones where Heinlein drones on about neo dogs, or space ship design, or tactics…

I’m glad now that this page took so long to get to now. It’s not the greatest memorialization of the Supreme Court’s ruling on marraige, or Pride. But, then I’m not the greatest poet working with the greatest source! #Lovewins

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 37

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

You like dogs?
Did your dog sleep
on your bed?

I don’t have a
dog.
Mother didn’t allow
dogs.

Mother’s angry
Terribly, terribly
Hurt.

Her mind can’t
Shape human
Speech at all.

Bright except
Defective. A
Genius in [her]
Own line…

Can you imagine?

Huh?
I can’t.

space poetry, Starship Troopers
A trivial conversation descends into a reverie on the mental illness of a loved one. Someone rapped in themselves but unable to comprehend the thoughts that they are.

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 36

Thanks to Teg for the image wrangling!

[I] seem
Happy, careful.
All of Space
[to] travel
I was
Wrong
Psychologically,
Biologically.
I didn’t care,
They used me
[An] experiment.
Relax,
I’d done
All right.
High [on]
The Homecoming
[Here] it’s all
Down.
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 35

Thanks to Teg for the image wrangling!

Do you know?

Not a blessed
thing

cool off
shake out
save power

See you if
I see you

Nobody saw
I know

Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness
Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness
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