Westwind

Travis Lau: Two Poems

 

Bayside

I awake later parked at the street corner,

haloed only by the street lamp,

realizing I’ve been somniloquizing your name

in little ditties and folded-up prayers.

Know that I envy men like you,

who glide effortlessly through invisible cities

and vagabond rooms called souls.

Mine, especially, longs to follow you,

hand-in-hand into the vanishing point.

 

 

 

Postmortem

Fret not, nectarine:

the roof of our mouths

knows well the gravity of

deathly desserts that it

might one day taste like

saffron ice creams

flowering on hobbling taste buds.

Travis Lau

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