O dear sweet rosy <br />unattainable desire <br />...how sad, no way <br />to change the mad <br />cultivated asphodel, the <br />visible reality... <br /> <br />and skin's appalling <br />petals--how inspired <br />to be so Iying in the living <br />room drunk naked <br />and dreaming, in the absence <br />of electricity... <br />over and over eating the low root <br />of the asphodel, <br />gray fate... <br /> <br />rolling in generation <br />on the flowery couch <br />as on a bank in Arden-- <br />my only rose tonite's the treat <br />of my own nudity.<br /><br />Allen Ginsberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-asphodel/
