Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings
—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
Unkissed
(—My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under
Things

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,—