Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.
Â€”I’m not so young but not so very old,
Said screwed-up lovely 23.
A final sense of being right out in the cold,
(â€”My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under
All these old criminals sooner or later
Have had it. I’ve been reading old journals.
Gottwald & Co., out of business now.
Thick chests quit. Double agent, Joe.
She holds her breath like a seal
And is whiter & smoother.
Rilke was a jerk.
I admit his griefs & music
& titled spelled all-disappointed ladies.
A threshold worse than the circles
Where the vile settle & lurk,
Rilke’s. As I said, â€”