goodby Betty, don't remember me

pencil your eyes dear and have a good time

with the tall tight boys at Tabari'

s, keep your teeth snowy, stick to beer and lime,

wear dark, and where your meeting breasts are round

have roses darling, it's all i ask of you—

but that when light fails and this sweet profound

Paris moves with lovers, two and two

bound for themselves, when passionately dusk

brings softly down the perfume of the world

(and just as smaller stars begin to husk

heaven) you, you exactly paled and curled

with mystic lips take twilight where i know:

proving to Death that Love is so and so.