From The Golden Gate | Vikram Seth

He goes home, seeking consolation
Among old Beatles and Pink Floyd –
But ‘Girl’ elicits mere frustration,
While ‘Money’ leaves him more annoyed.
Alas, he hungers less for money
Than for a fleeting Taste of Honey.
Murmuring, ‘Money – it’s a gas! …
The lunatic is on the grass,’
He pours himself a beer. Desires
And reminiscenes intrude
Upon his unpropitious mood
Until he feels that he requires
A one-way Ticket to Ride – and soon –
Across the Dark Side of the Moon.