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CIRCA 1957

By Lawrence Miles

Maybe it was the glasses you wore
Maybe it was your hair pulled back
Maybe it was your photograph folded in my pocket

But suddenly
You looked more beautiful
And more far away from me
Than you have ever been before

Allow me my stammering
And keep away from me

Didn’t they say it was for the best?

Stuck at the Stillwell Avenue station
No way to ever get home

Your beauty is my exile.


Lawrence Miles is a poet living in White Plains, NY. He wanted to barrel race in Windrixville as a kid.

CLOCKWORK

By Lawrence Miles

A friend of mine once told me
He keeps his watch ten minutes fast
So he can be sure not to be late
For any appointment.

I told him that that was pointless
Since time never stops for anyone
And we all catch up in the end
So there is no need to rush.


Lawrence Miles is a poet living in White Plains, NY. He wanted to barrel race in Windrixville as a kid.

COMMANDANTE BIGGIE

By Lawrence Miles

Used to go to the Sam Goody listening booth
Every day to listen to Ready to Die
Because I was broke

Don’t know if you ever hung out
At the bodega at Flatbush and Nostrand
In the back playing Mortal Kombat on the Sega Genesis

I was still getting over Tupac
When I heard what happened
And I didn’t go the procession
Down those Brooklyn streets

Hope you know you meant something then and now
And we still carry on the best we can.


Lawrence Miles is a poet living in White Plains, NY. He wanted to barrel race in Windrixville as a kid.

I LIVE IN THE SUBURBS

By Lawrence Miles

I tend not to argue
I tend just to drink beer and keep my mouth shut

I don’t tell them that they would be pissed
If I ever said anything behind their backs
So for them to make disparaging comments on minorities is
The same thing

I don’t like to get into arguments like that
Because I can’t win and I tire easily.

I am from the suburbs
It took years to get my head straight
And it will never be 100 percent.

I still slip up a lot
So I tend not to be harsh on my friends in the suburbs

You must fix yourself before you can fix others
And sometimes people are not too eager to join in

I’ll keep trying.
I just wish I had more help.


Lawrence Miles is a poet living in White Plains, NY. He wanted to barrel race in Windrixville as a kid.