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Peter Marra
Poetry
short acting barbiturate therapy
next move was a hard shove:
a new wonder drug lotion,
rubbed inside deep so deep
belladonna backfire made her eyes so exquisite,
(throbbing bottomless pits)
she reached down and stroked,
freeing one caged sexoid after another
the neutron guns zapped through her nectar
increasing the flow of the honeypot
shifting from the psychedelic to the b &w
superheated plasma and fucking in alleys,
they became the ingredients of the pain miasma
her oracle spoke of soft noises of latex and love
hidden behind the walls caused by the
random acts of mutilation performed by monarch butterflies
Nembutal kisses morphed the juices into fusion fuel
a smile was emitted from each gun
she reveled in fission and a few more thrusts
she shaved 'em dry - no more juices left,
just lightning spasms
shoving one face into the other after the melancholy dissipated
this was all captured by the tactical digital camera,
(with no cuddling afterwards)
the Angels blew through town
leaving decay under shining fluorescents
afterwards there was a sex puke
"you can't keep that shit down. it's the dye they use in the pill coating.
make the motions of the cross and shut the fuck up."
count the stains that were left behind
possible tattoos for a legacy to be studied
furious clit revenge
"oh there you are," he said.
he silently screamed her ecstasy,
as her breathing became rapid,
as she tightened the leather and lace,
it sent ripples through some of the darker blue marks,
the best ones from the new crop
they were now part of the original myths
lithe forms on the horizon will arrive soon
to point out the errors of lovers chained together in stages,
they will pull down the sky to be cooked up and
injected deep into respective veins
she fought for space
finally got the pussy juices running
finally got it hard
mucous running down
she forced it
an orgasm of the intravenous equipment was its own reward
disconnected all the way
she shaved 'em dry - no more juice left,
just lightning spasms
a coating over form,
cold compression provided the energy for ignition
broken penises were unplugged and gathered in aristocratic panties
then a slow pirouette executed
together they drew a temperature flow diagram,
but the details were almost absent
slowly the mouth opened,
slowly the music started,
finally the fingers stopped trembling,
finally her eyes were closed
fetish surrogates and a theory of evolution
insects possessing black latex wings caressed
the thorax of paternal sin destroying the
touch of maternal caring under the burden of daylight
a personal touch. why can't I remember. words adrift.
some things faint. pale image of ebony ideas. personality receded.
praying for the lanterns of the evening to
burn out fast and be eliminated
"jesus use me"
(they chanted in unison)
"sweet jesus save me"
a doll collection lineup. emotions drawn.
a human is behind them: everyone craves to inhabit a shell.
a monotone preaching of surprising ideals just for the savages
tuned in turned on banged furiously
while the female motorcycle gang members bit in deeply
ripping it raw in the evening
a disaffection with the mainstream culture
burning tools in hot mouths achieved results
smear it around
played through on pop-cultural fascination
pornography is a rope hung from the planets
strung out in between abandoned tenements
discussing tongue fascination sensations
and the next song sensation from disjointed materials
the remains were cremated (for hygienic reasons)
these are nighttime songs composed in heat
served in cum
as wet skin against glass
run through
surging with blue from fingertips dragged
across writhing electric torsos
these are hymns from the wailing
winged individuals hidden under clouds
insects possessing black latex wings caressing again
things inserted but no longer felt
cauterized moans in unison
crescendos in a flight away from true stars
moon of shadows clutching themselves as
her tongues licked the night sky clean
I am always afraid of things that move
always afraid that in black dampness the hands will reach out
slippery diners rejecting their love
attacking themselves
attaching themselves to me
a single over-drive glamour pussy was
sliding mercurial notes of touch becoming a
blueprint for collages of collapse
holding onto a subway train
body on top holding
frozen fingers can't release desire
pounding sweaty hips
fearful collapsing collages
cut faces burn
venal mouths speak of venial sin
trapped in a pornography of existence
just sounds are used to describe the familiar
with touching that never makes contact
the technology wheel that lives on flesh from humanoids
proclaims the structure is sturdy for its own benefit
her words disappeared in the aether
her smile touched the back of my throat
her love wrenched the light from the
panting black dogs reversing our polarity
upon ground glass we crawled through crucifixions and
waited for the other two thieves to die in
a polylingual auto-erotic car-crash soliloquy
hodgepodge of skin
a jigsaw puzzle composed of
nerves sex-organs extruded through tubes
her simple touch couldn't explain it away
she carved her name in the water
this way I knew what she meant and
I knew who she was
and why she had murdered only for me and
why she had arrived only for me
she projected the film found at the dead man's place
my weakened hands touched her face
my shaky fingers pulled themselves through
wet ebony reeds that clothed the petals
a typical disaster not found often
her hands (red-phosphorescent)
trapped mouths barely outlined under
a stretched organic covering
a new type of mask
a new hope for satisfaction
a new typical disaster once more
lust fleeting like a still-life mustang v-8
on roads untouched crashing into walls constructed of skin
after-birth and after-tones after she became a half-life
atomic lust bites
suburban plastic under each kitchen table
a corpse of matrimony belts out alternate vows
numb whiplash encased in ice
black feathers cast down in judgement
into a cobblestone street where
sperm and blood filled up the grooves
but don’t speak
next street over the asphalt crawled
a hanged woman murmured on her beads
worn smooth
twitching
the Madonna has decided that the house shall burn
confession of the rebellious wanderers
becoming an actor of self-defiance
the ravens fondling bronze representations
of heroines long buried
of villains long ago set adrift in vacant seas
washed clear by seminal fluid and
the vaginal mucosa of 2000 maniacs
just like they did just like they did
before the television spun off the centrifuge
before they kissed the pyromaniac's lips
in a post-sex collapse
crueler petit-mort eradicated all tattoos of
kindness and sins from memories
these commands:
touch your face
lick your fingers
her juice on fingernails soothing your skin
sliding circles descending from her
into a bowl of ice re-inserted in epileptic fits
into her
her eyes watched through blue lenses
a movie is in each retina
a wallpaper of individual peep-shows
each tailored specifically for one's own pleasures
caryatid collapsing
please give me this
solace returned
thrown out thrown down
please take this away from me
indelible reflections
surprised figures supplicating to an iron plate
behind whose pouting lips lay hot pain
the baptismal fluid was
just out of reach
just taste my fingers
read the sigils composed of her forgotten names
each speck on the mirror mutates into a window
through each window she inserts a wet finger
Religious Discoveries of Inanimate Objects
a lucid pleasure principle
passion and performance anticipated
a possessor of an albino body and ebony hair woke up in August
the black ink tattoo on her sternum said "Kiss Me Deadly"
she glimmered under sweat
slowly pronounced words accentuated the sight of her
she was groomed for multiple dramatic roles
she walked slowly down the hall
she moved her hands among numerous silhouettes
she licked her lips as she touched each one
moist ointment-like sins
slowly descending the staircase of pain
she thought of new clothes that she would destroy
the stiff rules of necromancy saddened her
sounding wet as she lit the fuse
feeling wet as she slit the sunlight in two
rubbing her pussy as the glory holes exploded after planting fraudulent hot kisses behind each eye
after blindfolding each nighttime she lay down on cool sheets
she was designed to ruin young viewers
a slinky version of induced sexual frustration
gleaming silhouettes constantly modified
the hanged man fluctuated between this or that
big Roman candles spit glowing cum causing scarification
gentle and dormant
pronounced stiletto logic beats them into submission
it was unreal until pastoral flagellations arrived under her crucifix
beating off she bites the doll
it has teeth it bites back
a pocket watch burns a hollow stroke of memory
couched in greasy cravings
atomic blaze of dirty talking
repurpose passion under a sun that has forgotten
leather encasement writhing on a body of water
a figure floating just beneath a surface
forgotten purpose of dulcet moans wafting
a love coupled with waves of pain
smoke descending – a synthetic face was picked apart by mourning doves from common sin
tongues were pressed against her belly receiving the skins of fallen stars
perpetual motion of cyanide affection
precious kisses nailed to the trees waiting for acceptance and tales of time lost
as the store windows explode listen to the dancing fingers drumming against lips of iron
a silent eucharist encrusted in blood
a hostage situation – home invasion (live report)
among the spirits of the spinal cord,
among the victimized soul scars,
amidst routines of torture with the needy people exiled from suburbia,
she took some time out to sit on the curb,
and additional time to grab her ass and think about dopamine
across the street the assailants knocked a man to the sidewalk
in the midst of his vandalism of the abandoned automobile
another case of grand theft auto thwarted
time to beat him with a 2 x 4 fresh from the bodega
she was out and about for an open mouthed fuck
her tongue was working overtime on reference frames
she wondered how his skin would taste
the assassin sleeps,
her head resting on a lap
she sighs while murmuring unintelligible prayers
and starts rubbing herself to eradicate her holiness.
amen. amen.
too much fucking under pain
limbs on fire
palms enflamed
soles of the feet sore
the fever won't end
You have to pay for this
under the slow drizzle his eyes clouded over,
accentuating the faint smiles on his face
he rolled over and saw the crucified pigeon laid to
rest in the styrofoam container
nestled underneath a mirrored heart-throb
it had been left as a warning for the non-believers
small words emanated from the bird's slit throat
it's another repetition cycle of the marketplace, more inventory for sale
burning green plastic soldiers melted into her eyes,
entranced with clouds and knives
she's grinning and childish with
razor in hand, as she grabs another victim,
slitting ear to ear
runaway proverbs lead to justifiable homicide
(a lover stripped down so she could display her markings
a lover stripped down so she could mark her territory
a lover stripped down so she could display her affection for sin
a lover removed her eyes so she wouldn’t feel guilty anymore
a lover placed them on the window ledge so she wouldn't be caught in lies anymore
just to be cute
just to be cute
so she couldn't waste her lust anymore)
Once they got inside and hid between the wounds of those stigmatized,
they heard non-specific sounds emanating from a whispering heart
she ran 3 oily fingertips up her legs until she penetrated an orifice that delighted her
her tongue had that fuzzy feeling that always nauseated her and
she stammered waiting for something to touch
the image under the sheets quivered slightly, then moved
coming closer generating a low hissing sound
closely she could discern its snout
wet and purplish
its octopus mouth
its twitching sad eyes
its lascivious smile promising promising
figures were spread out, waiting to be consecrated,
outside outside too much too soon
a fluttering beat against our sounds
a tail beat against my back
a whip accused me along the way
no truth in time
no truth this time
a crucifixion posture on a floor
cool breeze. stay fabulous.
she licked her fingertips and added additional wetness from her cunt
fleshy trembling, slyly dragging fingertips from forehead to limbs,
from left palm to right palm from crotch to feet
cool breeze from an electric fan accentuated the anointing
her eyes turned upward and she murmured words she wasn’t willing to understand
spitting ashes from her mouth against a backdrop of voiceless echoes
the voices were emanating from television monitors situated
just outside the bedroom lonely lonely
slight touch
blue eyes filtered
spitting ashes from mouth to mouth
sperm corpse redux redacted
last month (on a Wednesday same day as the birth)
reptiles arrived and removed the flesh
this would be used to fashion masks for shadow puppet theater
on a return trip she plunged the pen into both ears so
the screaming would be muffled
stabbing as the underlying winged insects flapped ferociously
bats ate the insects to complete the cycle
they died last Wednesday the same day they were born
out of fear of a birth she committed murder
she was afraid to die
the lust crawled up their respective legs taking hold of respective crotches
albino limbs entangled leading to a kiss for her cunt in the greenhouse
a smile right about above the 2 eyes
she kept a bone fragment (what the church calls a relic) that she had extracted
in a small vial held by a leather loop around her neck
the vial dangled between her breasts arousing many on the subway
sounds crushing innocents
fucking kops in the ass in an amerikan aktion covered with blood and comestibles
jailers ripped flesh and fed it to consumers right before vivisection
a necessary component with no point to prove
moss covered everyone
later on she licked the eggs so hard that the shell cracked
albumen coated her lips
albumen spread everywhere
orchids dropped down in the backyard
gingko leaves covered everyone at a later date
she licked a cock so hard that the shell cracked
semen coated her lips
semen spread everywhere
lilies sighed as she spread a dynamic ass
ever clinging never changing
the mothers clicked tongues
the mothers sliced lips with razors
the mothers placed leaves of spikes under her skin
silence of eyes removed at their discretion
heard bound love under the synthetic boardwalk
with iron sexual contact
miscellaneous fornication among the butterflies in their descent
musical timbre of her lying
with full orchestra backup
red in blue stigmata
fluids pooled from her hands
belonging to her
belonging to machines
collapsing new things
meanwhile consumers dined on stuff
meanwhile consumers sucked down things
meanwhile consumers voided themselves in 24 hours
tears appeared under her ½ face mask
she continues searching for shame
and feeding it to herself
gravitation heard her moan so much to please
she lay back with eyes of tattoos
put on while rubbing her pussy
the light came normally about this time
while pulling her mouth away
wetness occurred in spite of the spectacle
(she was astonished at this act)
her formula conjured up the image of a bedroom
then she abruptly stopped enjoying the show
going with fingers clean as she repeated
”she was an exciting form of entertainment, now gone.
the blog was dedicated to images of just one
woman. she was filming scenes of
obscene epiphanies. she saw no harm."
pagan needles crept around her while she
dreamed of pagan women seeking satisfaction or revenge
immune and self-conscious, nervous, just nervous
"you can fuck," she said
she moved it somewhere
but it filled her with dread
she stood at that wall she detested
"tell me something now"
gloves grabbed around / about her
nuclear dynamics in / out
the needles obtained a null result,
all was taken away
leaving that place
sinking down
down next to zero
down to accentuate the loss
she smiled at the fluids that had been
spilled into the reflecting pool
agonizing colors made her smile
"we can't live like this anymore"
under her breath
she knew
(as victims know)
she wondered how the skin would taste
she would figure out her next move
she had to shoot to kill
agony made her smile
A Fossil Bat Searching in a Sex Garage for a Velvet Shot
(the Effects of Random Sexual Acts)
from the painting "Fossil Bat" by Marjorie Cameron
pull and scratch at a sensitive spot while intercourse plays itself as
a sucking rainbow-like shape as a bride stripped bare by her hatred even,
was setting fire to the cardboard tombstones
she didn’t remember sleeping or waking just passing from one state to another state,
she was unsatisfied by flexible puzzles flashing under her translucent eyelids,
she was buried by sullen prayers and free-floating regrets unaware
take me home please take me under
data unhinged by a
mad scourging and by acidic liquids,
it was a way to prove a succulent existence
it was sliced up by weapons of an unknown gender
it was our hobby we loved hopping inside random bullet-ridden vehicles
I like that feeling of impending doom, makes my stomach jump slightly
like when you're on that first drop of the cyclone
like her cold nails dragging up my spinal column on the other side of the television screen
the black shoreline holds her multiple faces as the burgundy water laps and licks, soaking layers dynamically
her final climax is lavish and multi-layered, color upon color trading one pain for another
clean warm fluids firing in the corner of a room, a non-specific environment existing only to punish the cravings for chrome hormones distilled in the twilight of her smile
we were always born again in faint moaning,
instead of lace the barbed wire was the functional savior
she loosened the restraints before she cut her victims down
(please kill the lights they scare me so)
sacred promises from me to you, guiding hands from mouth to fingernail to feet,
carburetor notions slammed against a wall, flesh in chrome in cool steel against plastic,
an obsession that never fulfills was causing the ascent of the mourning doves,
who only existed to punish me and to punctuate their cruelty with their calls
she started cumming in replicas promising me that she would be finished soon and
all would be perfect all would be perfect
grabbing another honey victim from 7 rubber-stamped glassine envelopes,
pushing it into cloudy skies overloaded
as a child she had tried to electrify inert objects by running copper wire from the socket to the joint
she enjoyed the consequences of pain and parental punishment
changing from one pain to another
please enter your prayer request
my frail wings trembled after capturing her black halo
as i felt the exquisite pain offered by their obscure erotic devices
as i savored the odor of Scorpio rising from the tresses of her ebony hair