I Bike [bicycling] Poem by R.K. Cowles

I Bike [bicycling]



I bike
Because I'm capable of
managing it
Saddle my hind end
Upon its seat
I plant each foot
Upon their respected pedal
Apply pressure in a sequence
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right
It's substantially uncomplicated

I bike
Because I luxuriate
In the crisp open air
An honest beathing atmosphere

I bike
Because I have no willingness
To finance any government
Nor corporation
Whom has the knowledge
Of the technology
To build fuel-efficient motor vehicles
Which can be run on water and solar power
And other cheap fuel resources
Yet refuse to do so
So that their wallets
Be filled with added wealth

I bike
Because I relish Mother Nature's nectar
As it descends upon my flesh
Whenever it's scorching torrid
And excessively muggy

I bike
Because I don't attain
A sufficiant bundle of cash
From my employer
For the overly asking price
Of fuel for it
That they impose on us
And I've been told
This is a free nation
Until there's enough freedom
To rid of these unnecessarities
I will continue to bike

I bike
For the pleasant burning sensation
Upon my muscle
I take delight in
To the attribution
In the fitness
I embed upon my body
I need to remain active
I aspire the incorporation
Of my health
Not only upon my body
But on my mind as well

I bike
Because I'm claustrophobic
I can't stand to be bound
An extended period of an extent
Let alone being inside
While strapped down to a seat belt
Would merely compel me
To travel as rapid as I can
Non-stop
Doesn't matter
If it's a passageway or not
Non willingness
To stop for no one or anything
Stay out of my way
When I'm behind the wheel
I mean it, anything
Thus I have a less duration
Closeted up in this damn thing

I'll run over or through
Children, elderly, firehydrants, buildings
Pets, drunks, trees, fences
Men, women, shoppers, mailboxes
Crosswalkers, other vehicles
Doesn't matter howbig or small its size
Flower beds, telephone poles
Shopping carts, wheel chairs, wagons
Baby carriages of empty recyclable cans
Stop lights, stop signs
Ambulances, police cars, fire trucks
Politicians, jaywalkers, trucks
Tractors, bikes, skateboarders, cycles
Mo-peds, street vendors, animals, street signs
Street lights, porta potties
And vast of other item
That happen to be in my path
At the wrong place and wrong time
Not all in the same drive
And the time of day
Depends the length of drive
Give or take

You see I'm dangerous
Behind the wheel
Like all other drivers
Here in America
Just for different reasons
Therefor I bike

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is part of the poetic anthology ' Death on a Bicycle' at lulu.com
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R.K. Cowles

R.K. Cowles

hudson falls, new york
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