false tone. bleeding bones.
she walks away.
near the beginning, she turns. takes a breath.
blackness of sound
finish\ me love me
stabbing pain like before.
arousal increased
frantically sketching a test.
frantically sketching a test.
finish\ me love me
Lady-Lust’s sexplay results in a tryst down
in the Sleaze-city (before cleansing) with
vengeance personified. sleepy smile trash.
prove me wrong.
a stuttering stumbling fornicator was
beaten at the end of the red alley by gangs
steering a crocodile
steering a crocodile
beating at the end of the throbbing walkway
steering a crocodile / nailing each limb
offering up / sliding down
and pointing their pricks down at dawn,
spotting an empty booth of models
they made sure that her lust died on wednesday
up the ass & down the back
being phenobarbital
the pleasure kept coming & betsy heard crying
stimulating /flagellating / fornicator
its long muffled scream heard
rubbed\ it harder
rubbed\ her harder
rubbed\ them harder
kneeling & grotesquely
being jerked to provoke anxiety
tongue slipped out. she lashed out hard
trusted authority figures
twitch on barbed wire
unbuttoning her blouse at such a sight
they shared orgasms & she counted none
turned around.
she lay down. scream!
she lay down. beat!
licking clouds, tasting iron
she lay it down. cum!
last living links
she bought a black gown. slit up the thigh & grope
she bought a burnt gown. her thigh & over & fall
she bought a stained gown. her thigh & over & plunge
she glanced down triumphantly at the eyes in her hand.
behavioral disturbances
wantonly grinding
pussy clinging to the wall
wantonly grinding
drained out of her body
dribbled out next to them
drained out of her body
feel it start.
knew what that was like
hit the peak & continue northward blackness
towards tongue deep into a pussy
let loose & no one back
top of scream
top of scream
top of scream from gasoline fumes
potentiated by women & by a
journalist in a mind-fuck
in a pool
just going to drug the mind
that’s been screaming
since her arrival
laughed & continued
your face in a film
don’t exactly remember
black screen,
white flecks on 16mm celluloid.
contort. contortion. contort.
check your eyes.
she knows
she knows
she walks away.
near the vanishing point, she turns. a gasp.
A native New Yorker, Peter continues to reside in New York City.
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.” A Dadaist and Surrealist, Peter Marra’s writings explore alienation, addiction, love, secrets, and obsessions. He has had over 200 poems published either in print or online in over 25 journals. Peter’s latest published work is
approximate lovers (downtown materialaktion) published by Bone Orchard Press:
(http://boneorchardpress.blogspot.com/2014/04/approximate-lovers-downtown.html)
Peter’s e-chapbook Sins of the Go-Go Girls, was published in 2013 by Why Vandalism? Press:
http://journal.whyvandalism.com/sins-of-the-go-go-girls.html
peep-o-rama available as a Kindle Edition at Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Peep-O-Rama-Peter…/dp/B00GVM4QQU
–Art by Marta Bevacqua
–Art by Alphan Yýlmazmaden
–Art by Seamus Travers