Noises In The Wall
summer–
white smokey
light
afternoon queasy
walking down the street.
slow motion girls curvy
behind the glass
wave at him
he’s walking by
slowly now
out of the corner of his eye
slow motion they laugh
and count their fingers
one for each thing they desire
turning quickly he starts
and they stop.
run down the block
slight fears in brooklyn
just enough to
tingle his spine
in the afternoons when
the wind is a soft
warm noise behind
the house it happens again
clutching her shadow
in the alley between the
houses back against the wall
he sings slowly to himself
dream lover slips a secret
into his hand
if he was goodie
a case of illicit taxidermy
Scenes From A Magic Lantern Show
. . . . . . . . . . slide 1: abandoned sound recording
the camera caught others eagerly waiting emotion to appear
stationary rays now cross violently
phenomena moved. she experimented with her mouth as
the knowing ghosts became scanned images.
her lips were stretched even more (no sound)
as human movement crawled through her body.
the images from all of them tightened around her neck.
she was opening her thighs as she sobbed,
“exactly what i want.” god used by charlatans.
search. watching & being watched. a tasty / sleazy radio angel.
. . . . . . . . . . slide 2: a radioactive itch
watch out for images that entertain by arousing atoms. (quarks’
splinters and endless gazing at photos). mounted, as a screaming
slaughters the wilderness; then bending backwards to see the sky that
she missed so painfully. when done she got into the vacant black
sedan and slept for 45 minutes. the rifle in the back seat was very warm.
the spatial dimension of the cocktail dress caused panic, not an image.
a moaning and a bounce as she glanced in her rearview. they pick who i am.
18 minutes of fantasy punishments then a clear view out the windshield.
it’s important to know your victim before the trap is baited. anthropologists are starting to study them. “her face was there and so was the silence.” hiroshima
atomic mushroom cloud had the hitcher trembling by the side of the road.
rain was falling and black tears stained her pale white blouse. living creatures.
blurred animals were walking slowly behind her as the black car slammed its brakes. rotten fruit smell. carrara marble pained in tears. a radioactive bitch.
. . . . . . . . . . slide 3: lips, chin and eyes
it felt so nice to float and say goodbye, to be used so directly then to
rest gently like dirt under rainfall. cinematography like wet tongue.
mouth open, no sounds. embarrassed to state her wants. translucent dyes
on glass, an exhibition system as he was self-incriminating. filtered light
burned his eyes, her face visible through the glass, she taunted his blindness.
begging for a mask she bartered with 3 dead doves held tightly to her bosom.
stapled to the wall, he looked away and the carefully burning curtains parted.
in another lifetime, rain is no relief. they stop to rest and chat about the victim and other issues: white noise torn from lightning and the taste of iron.
initially painted onto the these “ghosts” were moans of pleasure, cold and thighs.
in the morning the wives spoke of the techniques of the night. fingers glistened
under the light bulbs the stories changed endings several times. dust danced
among black light insects and lips moved to a sound only they could decipher.
slapped up-and-down amongst the figures depending on time as applicable: events moved up-and-down, she cried every 3 minutes gasping for air.
–Poems by Peter Marra
–Foreground photo by Michela RivaSports Shoes | Nike Air VaporMax for Men & Women – Buy Online – Ietp