Urban Physic Garden


Lady’s Bedstraw

June 14th, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

in peacetime, th body’s not a body
it’s invisible - - so when we wake - - in a bell
w/ a sheaf
dew-struck - - don’t ask
who’s budding & who’s about to burst
weak kneed - - just pray fr experience
- - breathe by zips
by engine sleeve : by cattle sluice
cooling now as dawn barks thro brush &
peacocks howl
masking sleaking bracken-fresh a
all cataclysmic : awake
sic a mask, my lady, sic a wand
be w/ y as
peace finds a fox w/ a dowsing rod - -
arrive from soil, return & sleep on a stone w/ a
natural hole a basking stone
    in yr silence I ask who has interiority now &
how to prove it
or judge by empathy : assume
intuition’s a calculation based on false abstractions
why not mate w/ a false heart & a catastrophe
fr yr sins?
yr laugh has th intonation of a bed pan it
stops at nothing - - overflows w/ rejection
sleeps nine hours straight
flashed over by moths - - mistakes the moon
fr a disciple - - banks
fr bulrushes - - bankers
fr bankers - - fathers
fr justice - - cash fr
questions - - infants
fr computers - - force a smile as grit
& straw rather than apologise this
page turns slowly but when it turns, it turns & turns
Posie Rider
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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