okay

1. For my father
who taught me that horizons
can be boundaries.

2. 2 a.m, sleeping paralysis.
Taking refuge under crackling night skies,
kindling fire underneath the failing stars,
shooting through the hula hooped moons
and bleaching the surface of Mars.
Empty trails of asteroids.
Cosmic state, reigning voids.
I don't want to dream again.


3. The downfall, the enemy,
the lover of the coughing sun.
When skies are spating, make shelter
of our melodies, then put me in a coffin, son.


4. For when we become Pluto.
Or when Pluto becomes us.
Traveling revolutions, undeclared, untouched.
Planted their flags where our monuments stood.
Achromatized the textbooks and called it good.
Struggle turned to vapor. They called it saving paper
so we recycled our dignities for their bullshit.
They wore our blood so proudly but forgot that
red is where the bulls hit.

5. Five is for the taking.
Then fold it into zero
when the privileged are bragging. Lacking
of some common sense, I flew him into Syria
and he stopped asking for some reasons since.
He tried to call it trauma, but
I've clenched my fists too many times to
know it's really karma.