Poem for 25 April 2005: In back of the real

April 25th, 2005

In back of the real
Allen Ginsberg

railroad yard in San Jose
              I wandered desolate
in front of a tank factory
              and sat on a bench
near the switchman’s shack.

A flower lay on the hay on
              the asphalt highway
—the dread hay flower
              I thought—It had a
brittle black stem and
              corolla of yellowish dirty
spikes like Jesus’ inchlong
              crown, and a sailed
dry center cotten tuft
              like a used shaving brush
that’s been lying under
              the garage for a year.

Yellow, yellow flower, and
              flower of industry,
tough spiky ugly flower,
              flower nonetheless,
with the form of the great yellow
              Rose in your brain!
This is the flower of the world.

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