Alone in the Garden
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.
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
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.