The bicycle knows
names
names like
neighborhood schools
say neighborhood
mean segregation
The bicycle rides the roads
the bicycle rides smooth roads
in white neighborhoods
rough roads in black

the bicycle sees
neighborhood roads

Want your road paved?

Make enough to avoid taxes

then my bicycle

can ride your road

but

can I?

My bicycle and I travel the roads in my county. The roads in the rich communities are beautiful and smooth and newly paved as I write this. The richer neighborhoods have twice to three times as many publicly built street lamps and publicly built sidewalks as the poor neighborhoods. Bicycles love smooth roads, the rich have those. I just wonder when I ride these perfect neighborhoods why do they get more of the tax funds than neighborhoods that may pay more taxes? Why do the rich want to pay less and get more. Are they against government and first in line to call about their roads and best at getting the benefits of government?
My bicycle knows about “Neighborhood Roads”.

My bicycle and I know exactly what “Neighborhood Schools” means. I grew up riding a school bus in the south. We passed the “Neighborhood School” for the blacks every day. There was no grass in the yard and the county didn’t even paint the building. I saw neighborhood schools. I was a little child but I knew something was wrong with what I saw out of that window. What I saw was the same thing my bicycle saw.

Bogota Bus

Solemn saints and
madmen
careening through
chaotic streets
of early
morning dimness
getting me
to work on time
only slightly bruised
and only slightly sane.

The man beside me
sleeps, snoring
to the music of the radio
music fast and loud
surreal morning
salsa
as we speed by
shuttered shops
and blanket covered
sidewalk shapes.

A man sells
magic bracelets
to protect us from
the evil emanating
from computer screens.
A singer climbs aboard
and sings a love song
blending with the
snores and radio.

I’ve never seen
a robot
on the bus.
They take a taxi
or a private car
fearing damage
to their rivets,
or rust perhaps
from other people’s
sweat.

I am not so good
but I try
we all try
we are happy when we move,
when we dance,
when we sing,
when we see birds fly
and bees
when we see
the children of the animals
and the people play,
when we play
we are happy when
we stand in the doorway
and the light from outside
shines in our eyes

we a le a we a le a

let the peace make us happy
let the peace allow the silence
of our thoughts, the
symphony of silent joy

we a le a we a le a

The mermaids sing
the mermaids call
we a le a we a le a

david michael jackson

I’m a mouse in a hole
pretending divinity

a heaven would need animals
and plants
My heaven would need a mouse.

Carl Sagan said that the trees and plants
are genetically and organically like us,
that they use the same organic compounds

that life began before there was an atmosphere
life created the atmosphere

life began with organic compounds
created by lightning

We have so much
time.

The universe has been here for
fourteen billion years and
that is a grain of sand…
take a hundred billion of those
and that is a grain of sand

We’ll see each other in a few
universe explosions
and it will seem as if
it were a second
we’ll look at the two suns and
three moons like they were
always there
and the mouse and the plants will be in our heaven

david michael jackson

JJJJJ

by Phil Coyote

The Jack of Hearts

who gave us new starts

had his brain blown away in Dallas’ Dealey Plaza

as the whole world watched

by television.

ZR RIFLE

The Queen of Hearts

who unchained hearts

rode the pure white steed

went downstairs to buy some cigarettes

and went back up to her room

and breathed her last breath

of LA’s smog

so says our Pravda.

COINTELPRO

The Jack of Spades

who gave electric, life changing serenades

and freed the slaves

mixed pills and wine

and left for all time

upright

in a London ambulance

choked to death.

COINTELPRO

The Lizard King

who could do anything

and change your mind

when he’d sing

rode the pure white steed

that he never, ever would heed

and found his only friend

the end

in a bathtub

in the City of Lights

COINTELPRO

The walrus who everyone knew

like a Jesus Jew

who’d help you to do what’s true

was shot by an intelligentsia sleeper

in the Big Apple

another Casualty In America

JJJJJ