break skin
in quasi-pharmaceutical preparations
a most staggering aspect of the time
when the submissive does anything to make the
lights burn. she’s so pale.
room. empty except for females unclothed.
figures on exhibit staring down each other
they had entered voluntarily
they lick each other’s fingers every 15 minutes on the quarter hour
it happens multiple times a day, exhausted at the core
labia deliberately muddied she’s a disgrace and proud
pops two before each question and answer
organs entwined, true passion is blind
using a constricting device
hearken back to the polyvinyl that challenged anthropologists
she becomes a person wrapped in saran
engages the thickness and length of an idea
it’s impossible without emergency calls
it’s been done now to
remove the safety of women who were surprised
pull the pins out now for
a voodoo doll collapse
that person keeps coming back
a fan of the Donner party
wrapped herself in a particularly memorable vignette
fiercely condemned frozen in white marble
surprises are fun
the hands may be tied, she didn’t know for sure
her slim hands twist her female prey
she clasps her hands and gazes upwards
sodomizes digital music in tones profound
with some survivors of a psychological/psychiatric condition
best dealt with using the same ebony fabric material
a mask of the characteristics of a person from outside the community
blood mask sonata
a submissive will be brought to black marble
the voracity for human orgasm
generally involves necro-cannibalism
and it’s officially legal now the ravens told her so as they
took a rest from pecking eyes
her clitoris
was singing an obscure tune
from 1959
a doo-wop in dulcet colors
she listened so so gently
alternating motions
a short time passed
when the frontal mirror was
speckled with her fluid
cracked eyes that had been molded into the wall
rolled upwards and froze gazing
up for the duration of the exercise
synthesis of feeling itch
under the skin
notes split then inserted the wrong
way slippery vapor thoughts
low sounding streets
a catalytic face she gave away
recipe image 1st nude female adult
is overlapped with a 2nd and so on
until we achieve
7 layers to mount
in a frame
a passion play
beads of sweat
replaced by
tears of blood under the thorns. tremor.
she kissed her eyes gently then laid it to rest
room vacated. fade to black.
Originally from Gravesend Brooklyn, Peter Marra lived in the East Village, New York from 1979 to 1993 during the punk / no wave / art and music rebellion. He has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism.
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 first book.
A Dadaist and a Surrealist, Peter’s writing explores alienation, addiction, love, lust, the havoc that secrets can wreak, and obsessions, often recounted in an oneiric filmic haze with a taste of the grindhouse. He has had over 200 poems published in print or online.
His chapbook Sins of the Go-Go Girls was published in April 2013 by Why Vandalism? Press. Two of his short stories are in the anthologies Have a NYC and Have a NYC2 published by Three Rooms press.His short story Expert Collisions, recounting his experiences on 9/11,was published in Evergreen Review in September 2013 and will also appear in From Somewhere to Nowhere: The End of the American Dream, which will be coming out in 2014 from Unbearable Books/Autonomedia.
peep-o-rama, a collection of poems, was published by Hammer and Anvil Press in November 2013 and is available for Amazon Kindle. It may be purchased at: AMAZON.COM
His published work may be viewed at www.angelferox.com.
–Art by Natalia Drepina
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