Asphodel

O dear sweet rosyunattainable desire…how sad, no wayto change the madcultivated asphodel, thevisible reality and skin’s appallingpetals- how inspiredto be so lying in the livingroom drunk nakedand dreaming, in the absenceof electricity …over and over eating the low rootof the aphodel,gray fate… rolling in generationon the flowery couchas on a bank in Arden-my only roseLire la suite « Asphodel »