Literary Orphans

Mantra For a Naked Assassin by Peter Marra

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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:

(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

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–Art by Marta Bevacqua

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