Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. <br />—I'm not so young but not so very old, <br />said screwed-up lovely 23. <br />A final sense of being right out in the cold, <br />unkissed. <br />(—My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under <br /> things. <br /> <br />All these old criminals sooner or later <br />have had it. I've been reading old journals. <br />Gottwald & Co., out of business now. <br />Thick chests quit. Double agent, Joe. <br />She holds her breath like a seal <br />and is whiter & smoother. <br /> <br />Rilke was a jerk. <br />I admit his griefs & music <br />& titled spelled all-disappointed ladies. <br />A threshold worse than the circles <br />where the vile settle & lurk, <br />Rilke's. As I said,—<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-3-a-stimulant-for-an-old-beast/
