Travis Lau: Two Poems
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.
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.