Barbara Moraff with Allen Ginsberg
Let It Be
Logic includes no promiscuity.
Deadly Nightshade is all
promiscuity.
Promiscuity, you ask, what
really
is it, how does it
function within us
or without us.
I tell you it is ignorance.
It ignores with pig passion
eats up everything in its
path. Look into its opaque
orange eyes & you see no
reflection of the real world.
Only density where existence
is an invulnerable thickness,
helplessly poisonous
like a belief system which is
strictly linear
in spite of its branching
like lungs
through space.
Deadly Nightshade is my name
for the woman who stole my husband,
who screams at my children, who calls
my son 'freak' because he can eat no
fat, who never cleans up the glass
after she's slammed the door, who dresses
in thick pelts of richly endowed lambs
and buys her own children
their scanty garb at yard sales
and auctions held to settle
estates
of those who
lived and died in poverty.
Another name for her is Scumcunt.
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Barbara Moraff
Deadly Nightshade
Coffee House Press
1988
