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

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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

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Long ago and Far Away, a Panther Sings his Song

Brave and rude
young Panther
smile and eyes
so cynical
from 17 hard years
and Sixties
grime and glitter

I’d like to find you
thank you,
for my education.
Where are you now?
An old man,
white haired
smarter
maybe
disappointed.
This isn’t what we
planned, expected,
wanted.

This isn’t why
we read those books
all those books
and talked philosophy
and politics
late into the night.

We wanted love
peace, tolerance
not hatred.
We never thought
of fear.

We were
The People.
There were no strangers
then,
just friends
we hadn’t met.

We scoffed at
those who
wanted things.
We wanted nothing,
just the air
and midnight dancing streets
and friends.

We needed nothing.
We had youth,
and hope.

Where are you now,
my youthful guru
teacher?
I think of you.

My mother was born
in July
and my wife
was born and died in
July
That makes July a
two thirds
proposition,
a pretty good month,
certainly hot,
but warm for sure.

I can recommend the month generally
but have had problems with it.

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We so  needed the rain.

We prayed for it.

I sat on the porch and watched it

hit the parched earth.

The grass had long ago turned dormant,

brown and dead

like the crops

like us

we prayed for the rain

for the farmer

and when it finally came

the trees looked happy

the droplets disappeared

and the ground was still dry

it takes a day for the water to finally run

in streams down the gulleys

becoming brown with the earth.

I sat with my cat

and noticed the rain this time

It is because we so needed the rain

that we played in it

that we felt as if

it had never rained before.