Peter Marra

 Bijouterie 

 

 

The Loveless Offspring of the Blushing Brides

 

Common side effects.

(multiple versions of American desires)

intake of the consumer impulse – a prelude to illness

 

Assignment terror – a new exploration

she took great pleasure – and devoured it all

she could look beyond herself and discover inside

to see which latest addiction was the new impetus for

her rambunctious fucking activities

 

this was:

to savor every slice of her own vivisection

to search for the eradication of the Holy Void

to view a groaning maw sucking in all aether

to elude the papal doctrines

the banalities she had recited

learned while bound in parochial school

 

all things are born from an elusive treachery

etched in blood on any random wall in the filthy tenements

and in jaded nightclubs where her art of annihilation was honed

 

jet black hair -

page boy style luxurious and radiant

 

she got it - just like the TV said she must

additional pieces of the puzzle

 

put together for her Trap & Kill

procuring for nefarious pleasures

 

stencils of passengers – on a trip to the other side

this doesn’t work anymore

 

sexual fade-out

couldn’t remember what she was

 

“What’s keeping us from falling in love with

other people or things?”

 

She got her inspiration from a loaded pistol and a target

 

Enclosed Nuns and Jaded Saints caught in an immoral web

razors vivisected the atmosphere – she took her time

to indulge her selves under their instruction

 

so cruel so perverse so gorgeous

 

musical actions eased the aches from the wounds

 

the mask of the prophet burned her eyes –

the mask of the religious hypocrite branded her lips

as it kissed her tenderly – a gentle betrayal

 

while confessing matters close to her heart

she collapsed in a pool of sweat

 

“Now there is a secret. I want to show you.

Embedded under my skin – between my breasts

– my sacred heart.

 

Kiss it and embrace my aura.

Touch my fear and what lies beyond.”

 

final days of shooting the infernal machine-film

actors moved in then vanished

another enigma today or yesterday

 

what had happened? unanswered

capturing the panorama

 

“Attention. Please. Watch the camera.

Watch the machines.”

 

cascading down from one cage

to another and so on

to a finish

 

victim of the USA fascist choreography

a synthesis of Nazi organisms

 

one personality after another

 

annulled

annihilated

ameliorated

 

her pain

edited with blood

 

the bridge between two atmospheres

it hovered just above the ceiling of her lives

and she couldn’t speak to  

the neuron – twisted remnants

that connected her to her dormant lovers

 

her form was multiplied

fucking her was like fucking multiple copies of her

 

she fashioned an elegant evening gown from the shadows of Nagasaki

all the while licking her lips

 

waiting

waiting

and rested under the skeleton of a tree

 

such a delicious scandal

(fodder for the tabloids)

 

unclean in the society of waste

 

slowly evaporating as their screams made her laugh

 

“I’ll give you my myths,” she said

 

“Please leave me now. I have important things to do.”

 

 

 

Glass Eyes of a Mania (Gorgeous Fingernails)

 

Eyelids heavy and dark

mischievous with circumstance

lips full, smooth and moist

revved up and moaned loudly for life.

Do not think, of course,

it is to be expected,

showing zero remorse.

 

you’ll see me

you’ll see my bones

you’ll drink my blood

and eat my skin

 

she’ll touch flesh

she’ll manipulate the Circus-Circus brain

she’ll make it crash and burn before

she steps in front of the lens one more time

trapped in mirrors softly. squirming, squirming

 

throbbing pain-break

as you lean backward

eyes looking upward towards null

as i lean backward drugged out sex bliss

 

Under/ inside/ over

i know your type

you live in fear but will take me away

and never come back

 

she knew this was going to happen

she covered my eyes and smiled

smell the leather

touch the cold steel of the clasps –

up/down down/up her spine

twitching of the lust nerve

one body – a myriad of pleasure

 

Self-made with sin and longing –

her fears fed her yearnings

traveling up the veins until

it crashed the pleasure spot

glossy nails dripping with amusement

 

Confessional techniques betrayed the invasion of her territory

The pleasure centers exploded

quivering – instructions for a life suspended

Pornographic pamphlets undermining the Spectacle

 

the drone of the insects revealed many things,

undecipherable tales of love forgotten.

 

Photographs of a blind eye underneath a translucent film

This was closely studied and presented to

potential victims as a means of eradicating sensations

 

No feeling. No pain. no pleasure.

Empty, vacant in electric alleyways

blazing black noise in the Void

 

random screams were erased

in favor of constructing daguerreotypes

depictions of sin – the usual vagina captured

in a cold metal portrait

 

Metallic process in the box

the dark screen, a new world

her only environment- the one that mattered

as her excitement exponentially increased

 

as she watched.

as she watched.

 

as she watched, her fingers vigorously moved –

massaging eyes and brain

 

 

 

Catholic Lust: A Million Mad Clocks

 

slithering curse of undulating timepieces

 

Fragile. Vulnerable desire.

 

She clutched its cloak tightly around her. A secular cocoon.

She knew she carried a great beauty deep inside.

 

A time was gone.

The music had stopped.

Finality thrilled her. Always. Always.

Eurydice had abandoned him for a darker passage.

 

Timepieces whirring. No hands to point out the correct time.

She was hooked like clockwork to one more narcotic.

She was jonesing for no one in particular,

just random anonymous stealthy objects.

 

Flaming sex tales recounted in her now infamous diary.

Eurydice touched their lips together controlling each other.

 

They were adored by all:

soon their signatures were similar;

 

soon their labia burned,

as they played with the obscene pleasures that they had cultivated.

 

As the tongues touched, the landscape shifted.

 

Reversal shadows fucked in the sand.

They were enjoying each other’s fever.

her cunt was a whirlpool of white light,

as the waves burned.

 

A robotic chaotic Jupiter paid them a visit.

 

After committing murder, Eurydice dismissed the audience.

The songs had started.

 

Vicious and gorgeous,

pierced in two, charming and evil,

sucking on the pain of the purple Iris,

 

distilling the mirrors into ampoules of silence.

Enveloped in a happy pain clutch yourself at 4 AM.

The time of the wolves.

 

Screeching in a lie, a trope only for her

 

Only she lived it

she heard them again (over/over) –

a slow low hiss in the walls

gentle water dropping kissing the slate walls

caressing her pallid skin. fondling stone.

 

A tone.

 

Time.

 

No time need more time. more sound.

 

corpus delicti result

realizing she was in a controlled experiment,

she laughed then tasted it:

bitter/salty

 

She thought, “It smells like summer outside. like

when I was a kid – just lost and in 2 dimensions.”

 

While laying behind the house, the dormant animals

would taste her. she needed some time to search and run away.

 

(“Some would say I was divine.”)

 

Discarding her wigs and corsets,  

discarding her straight costumes

 

she donned the tight leather skin

she had hidden in the alley

 

slipped between then and now

into a new version of herself

 

at last a part of something

no longer a ½ truth

 

Voodoo enchantment – slice up the photograph

she mouthed words of sympathetic magick

nihilism was a a preamble, as she frigged herself wildly

 

She knew what joy was like:

a frantic fuck to summon the missing ghosts of her ancestors

those who abandoned us

we’re alone in this building of random communications

 

Now:

She sported a bouffant wry and amusing

patent leather stilettos and burning lace

studying the shadows of iron statues caught between

love and deceit as she fed the jukebox and

mimed future phallic tunes

 

“It’s time for another crucifixion: should we be happy?”

 

Listen

Listen

Inside the clinics, the screams echoed.

 

“Do you want to see my pictures?”