Hannah and Her Sisters

those proud women who commit sins
with so many complications, do thou know,
do they know,
it's the rain outside which enchants
the ground to swell with
sexual frenzy:

the snow is leaving us, as
a blanket might, leave
when dragged down
by a drunk lover whose sweet lips
irresponsible mind
loaves to touch the bare
memories of flesh to mark
multiple orgasms on days where
we are once again human...

and I look and see the world of men
where one kills for silence, mark
each day of my calender as the day that
i merely become something miraculously
irrelevant?
Am i indeed alive as the raindrop which
peeks sideward, curious eyes and minds,
and in the cold ephiphanies of my drug habit
cocaine, acid, ESP, marijuana, do i find a world
as immaculate as i once
wanted to be.

I am so caring, so kind, so selfish
so self-possessed with being good, so loving
that I, like Elvira in loony tones,
destroy what is the...
sometimes it's the worst in us
that brings out the best in us,
and i think, why would
anyone leave me just because I am so dull?

the drops of rain,
i listen to the voices of the footprints of
so many flakes of beads, almost chinoise,
something so uniquely
made as to be almost...