Peter Marra ~ clandestine meetings at the girl factory

she molds a face
over her own face from some feminine flesh
gathered from her lover.

soft sounds against each mouth
trying for hard edged affection
like they do in another scene
for just another night in the bar
of more romance
of more drive-ins.

her eyes covered the floor
moving to try to catch her love

7 veiled dances
7 violent sleeps

insane – this way
pleasuring the adverse
overlooking the strip
and sucking down the different
flavors of the nighttime
while the
torsos twist
tell me shameful secrets please

light caught in her nostrils
of the midnight blue of the barroom floors
fingers over the sensitive walls

body shakes carved out of the street
another fine moaning as she runs
watching the twitch of the fire
wrapped around her legs
a look down
a smile
reaching down through the
open shades

7 veiled dances
7 violent sleeps
and you to accompany me
opening up the Rorschach test

painting profiles in the dusk
right before her eyes.
as hungry for bones being buried
as a medical main testing
the profiles of victims
like Sharon Tate.
this interested her.

someone rubbed holy water
into a wound to try
and make it fit. somebody moves.
bathe them on the
dirty main street.

dancing shoes on her feet to
keep the tempo going strong.
then safe words
over and over
until the saint tries
to take off her clothes.

then she dropped
then she dropped
hideously beautiful with the bitch
she closed her eyes and waited.
glass house was cracked
still tattoos began to appear

thoughts of Them consuming her
inserted into her
a wasp lady caresses the
blood to vulva sucking of passage.
her hands left no prints
as they rubbed deliciously.

7 veiled dances and 7 violent sleeps

swallow her eyes
she opened the door and
heard them going
into another
room. a Hotel Splendid Beyond Skin
she stifled a moan

as back and forth a visual art
azure and immobilized. her legs were next.

altars burnt by barren beaches it was
a reverie drawn
from the KittyKat Theatre.
devour in the silence while savoring
the resurgence of flowers in her belly

a dance remains unnamed except as
a Baptist’s head in a a sex club by the beach.
her pictures of Bikini dancer Mata Hari,
later from under the camera
exhausted and completely satisfied
by who was still caressing Salomé
permanent makeup
eyes still closed.

the media dubbed the phenomenon offensive
never tell us.
twinkle, flash, and
steeples everywhere.

7 veiled dances
7 violent sleeps

misheard words
whisper
whisper
tell me shameful secrets. Please.

 

from Peep-O-Rama, available in paperback from Hammer & Anvil Books on Tue 8 Aug.

Originally from Gravesend, Brooklyn, NYC, Peter Marra lived in the East Village from 1979 to 1993 at the height of the punk / no wave / art and music rebellion. He has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism, some of his favorite writers being Paul Eluard, Arthur Rimbaud, Tristan Tzara, Edgar Allan Poe, and Henry Miller. Peter also cites Roger Corman and Russ Meyer as influences.

His earliest recollection of the writing process is, as a 1st grader, creating a children’s book with illustrations. The only memory he has of this project is a page that contained a crayon drawing of an airplane, caught in a storm. The caption read: “The people are on a plane. It is going to crash. They are very scared.” His parents were always disturbed by that 1st book.

A Dadaist and a Surrealist, Peter’s writings explore alienation, addiction, the function and misuse of love and attraction, the curse of secrets, the pain of victimization and the impact of multi-obsessions. He has had over 200 poems published either in print or online in over 25 journals.

His published works include approximate lovers (downtown materialaktion) from Bone Orchard Press and Vanished Faces (a performance of occult infections) from Writing Knights Press.

Website: http://www.angelferox.com

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