"luang" poems
Sunlight
kaleidoscopic/
hue of auburn
mirror
nearby the shaded opal porch/
burning bulb machinery makes the whole living room wider/
I wake and remember
dreaming that I broke my nose/
"The Art of Looking Sideways" on my desk
the bookshop explosive PIN The Price is Right coffee mug
(dad got it in California 2008)
outside looking in thru
the bedside window/
dusty blinds
stone faced from sleep/
thoughts are still wandering Luang Prabang
gathered to the streets to give alms to the boys practicing
Asceticism yet still
obsessed with love
whether they know it yet or not/
open my front door
in this basement suite
the brick is bright and blinding
squint my eyes
tho it's lovely the spiders
hover camouflaged in hedges separating
my house from
the other house/ I'd like to see Laos in person one day
beyond spirit
to get sunburned
and somewhat holy
write my poetry
in front of Haw Kham's
aureate walls jeweled with palm green/
lucid thoughts/
I'm a pilgrim in my paracosm/
Morning tea, sat down, Cafe Terrace at Night to my left
and to my right
the hazy lamp that has a shade textured like
a gas planet
May is 'round the starry bend/
Cherry trees are more comfortable now I think
and that's fine/
Met a gypsy on the bus two nights ago
she wished me a happy life
I hope so
... and likewise to you/
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC