Alone in the Garden

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From Eden to Gethsemene,

and weedy lawn beneath my feet.

The serpentine seducer works on now.

There's knowledge deep inside those plants,

to eat and learn what's bad. But,

However bad the pain in your stomach,

the angles of a triangle

still add up to 180 degrees.

 

Consuming passion

soaks through the senses,

and anaesthetises awareness

of a disjointed world.

 

"I was riding my bicycle

when the craft landed.

They took me and did surgery on my knees."

 

Three small girls in neat, grey pleats, were

shooting bunnies as they chatted and giggled.

They talked of the siamese twins

created in the damp spots on the sun.

 

There is a time machine in every quark.

But show me the universal nematode who made

the knotted wormholes in space.

 

Oh Mary Quantum, leap into my consciousness

and show me a particle of understanding.

Who is my saviour?

 

"Fifty stone man into gloves

and indoor cycling

seeks similar.

No freaks."

 

When the gardener appears

and calls 'Mary',

your first gasp of recognition

evaporates with the spirits

of all lost friends. You are

alone in the garden.

◄ Ali

Andy ►

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clarissa mckone

Thu 10th Jan 2008 03:20

Hey Malcom, this is a very nice poem ! it makes you think.

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