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In Back Of The Real

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 soiled
Dry center cotton 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.

San Jose, 1954

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Poem In Back Of The Real - Allen Ginsberg