The Mood Of Pluto
dead planet resurrected itself over everyone’s doubts.
admirable I wish I were labeled mislabeled gone
came back again. Swirly moon particles abundant with bitterness.
insert icicle fuse potion into a crater mineral gaseous touch
omit various details rotate toward what you want when you want.
give me enough of the real thing real sentiment.
god of death. They all said underworld turning opposite
line of gravity chaotic & relentless of this internal struggle of loving you
& what else?
move so erratically
hungering in frozen depths
or there everywhere edge
silence chill inhale gone
us you no one.
orbit orbit gone
Mateo Lara is from Bakersfield, California. He received his B.A. in English at CSU Bakersfield. He is currently working on his M.F.A. at Randolph College in Lynchburg, Virginia. He has a chapbook, X, Marks the Spot available on Amazon. His poems have been featured in EOAGH, Empty Mirror, and Gone Lawn. He has forthcoming poems in Homology Lit & The Pangolin Review. He is an editor for Rabid Oak online literary journal.