star-father to star-son:

Through the freeze of Pluto

and the heat of Mercury,

beyond the breeze of  Saturn

and the scream of Mars

in the shadow of Jupiter’s dreams

and the lost hopes of Venus;

through, beside and ignorant of them all,

in a constant flight from reflection —

my son, it seems,

begs to differ

with everything I have been

and everything I have thought.

Visors misty with our words,

we sit, smug in the bloated suits we don,

on opposite sides of the universe,

prepare to re-plunder each other

with words and looks
in an out of control spiral,

two hearts re-create the bitter belt
we call asteroids.