SUMMER POEMS

SUMMER POEMS:

Let These Be The Guidelines
by L A Miles

Let these be the guidelines.
Only follow the childhood dimples.
The eye's laugh line.
Follow the faint definition down their arms.
Find that spot along the waist.
The dropoff by the hip bone.
Where only those you love can rest a calm hand.
Feel the rough hands
And make note the spot
Where the coarse turns to soft
And realize we all have our rough spots
And they are always followed by smooth patches.
Hear them breathe.
Listen to the heart as you would a piano lesson
Ready to imbrace new patterns
New ambiance
New tempo.
Nuances.
Opt to rest your head,
To close your eyes,
To tell yourself that time is nothing
And that this moment is every moment.
Tell yourself that love is real but that people don't exist.
Tell yourself you are asleep.
Tell yourself that only children's dimples are beautiful.




Vibrate
by L A Miles

I want
To make
The truth
Flow.
This is not an essay.
Or an open wound.
True debauchery, no, true inspiration
Must come from
What has been
Crossed out, no, from what has been done before.
It will, no, it must ripple along muscles pulling strings as puppeteer,
To the beat of your tapping brain.
It will, yes it will, hit the bass and vibrate.




Family Dinner
by L A MILES

Tension at the table.
They break bread
As you would faces.
They talk with tongues tense
Through taunt teeth.
It’s family dinner.

And although you sit miles away,
You’re sitting there now.
Each chair squeaks.
You're anxious,
To shift weight.
Utters of small talk,
As you wait for the implosion.


Clink
by L A MILES

And I am just a fool
In a robe
With a gavel
And the power to take your life away.

And you are just a soul
In a body
In a suit
In a chair
In a court house,
Sweating.

And my mind
Is just matter
Resting in fluid
In a bony shell
Recalling experiences
Generating signals
Connecting synapses,
Speculating the reasons
For your
Poor judgement.

And you
Sit up straight
Back arched
Hands together
Upon your lap
Hair tickling your nose
You won't touch
For hours.

And I
Will make
No Decision today.




Bank Wide
by L A MILES

Bank wide,
Swerve left,
Avoid those open ended statements.
Steer clear,
Of those monumental days,
Of pauses,
Where life decisions are made.
Of sideways glances,
And images stamped
Upon old lover's faces,
Who realize they've fallen out of love.