Literary Orphans

Mantra For a Naked Assassin by Peter Marra


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.

O Typekey Divider

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:


Peter’s e-chapbook Sins of the Go-Go Girls, was published in 2013 by Why Vandalism? Press:

peep-o-rama available as a Kindle Edition at Amazon:…/dp/B00GVM4QQU


O Typekey Divider

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