42nd STREET MAGICK NIGHTS & CANNIBALS:     3 POEMS BY PETER MARRA

"the alchemist played with flesh remnants making magick"

 

 

 

The Sin Eater

Clothed in black gauze
waiting
For the final sun

Laughing at the moon at rest
Spinning inside the eyes from afar

Her hooves click clack down the hall

Ready to absorb the shadows 

 

 

 

cinerama                     (from Peep-o-rama)

 

 

she made the screen

 

that was the

 

sky slowly

 

rip open

 

as she dispersed the

 

bad dreams with a shock of light

 

as the ocean

 

glowed

 

blue

 

her hair and hands

 

around the moon

 

gently beckoned us

 

catching

 

us

 

as we escaped from the

 

thin afternoon and

 

entered into

 

magick night

 

causing imagery

 

droplets fell

 

from silken lenses

 

caressing

 

the hidden

 

fireworks

 

white fountains molded from the twilight

 

the faint notes

 

that won’t divulge our secret.

 

they’ll wave and

 

we’ll wave goodbye

 

they’ll watch and

 

we’ll disappear

 

simultaneously projected

 

touching flesh electric

 

two figures

 

watching the scenes

 

with a view of a

 

window behind us

 

become a

 

trompe l’oeil

 

time knows

 

no years

 

gentle warm shudder

 

that leads to

 

pleasant sleep

 

 

  

crucible: a last step down for the preacher man   (from Peep-o-rama)

 

 

i’ve forgotten so much.

 

he was eaten by her in the fertile field as they melded together

 

the alchemist played with flesh remnants making magick

 

 

1.

 

trauma details:

 

3 priestesses watch in the obscene dance hall

 

their flesh covered with illusions handed out to the audience

 

souls grabbed eaten at dawn

 

the tattooed city moans slightly then heaves with

 

the odor of the broken playpen girls

 

it permeates the decayed origins of the love cult

 

as they make clandestine signs: 1 to 1

 

and their flesh tingles

 

3 female cannibals spy in the degenerate auditorium

 

their opera gloves tightly clinging tightly

 

all 3 screeching

 

quietly accusing as the cars slowly drive by. birds immolated by the roadside as she

 

strolls and the watchers drool.

 

she was left to curse the first orgasm

 

apparently this all started when she was abandoned to crawl away in pain.

 

and she swallowed spit and laughed out loud at the scenes just

 

witnessed

 

they just want to be a part of her pleasure.

 

they were meant to experience this.

 

they have an accepting tranquility.

 

the film’s flashback – a longing for her

 

she decided to just look at moving pictures for now.

 

 

2.

 

pain drawings:

 

the girl with the x-ray eyes

 

silent so silent

 

lays beneath the perforated night-time sky

 

languid eyes glowing

 

as she breathes obscenely

 

telling stories about the

 

women gone away so long ago

 

her words tinged with regret and

 

the taste of the burning shadows

 

the ones that are very familiar

 

the girl with x-ray eyes sighs and tells

 

stories about the woman who never came back

 

and left her here to dream

 

clutching her long legs

 

electric with terror

 

without guidance

 

she wanted it’s body

 

because it was better

 

she wanted forgiveness

 

she wanted a taste

 

she wanted to lead abel to his death

 

and dine on his screams

 

each time every time as they grew up in the circus,

 

the feeling of cunt for the first time.

 

forget me

 

 

3.

 

as it falls:

 

a climax destroys the homemade temple

 

and throws the husband's perspective

 

she flashes back into childhood with

 

the stated purpose of a knife-thrower

 

she held his body so close. and gagged

 

she created mystical works bound in time and leather

 

she was tongued gently by the minutes of the hours

 

she caressed them and offered them

 

her voice quavered as

 

red tears kissed the soil

 

watered the love blossoms

 

that trembled and then gently evolved into lust

 

all were mementos of her subjugation

 

as she swallowed steel and kissed hot lead

 

you think you did but you never knew who i was

 

(nightchild)

 

eyes slash her flesh. she dreamt of the sin-door.

 

  

A native New Yorker, Peter currently resides in Jackson Heights Queens.

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, and another e-chapbook  peep-o-rama is available as a Kindle Edition at Amazon.

His published work may be viewed at www.angelferox.com.

Peter Marra's work explores obsession, alienation and addiction. His latest book is approximate lovers (downtown materialaktion).

A Dadaist and Surrealist, Peter Marra has had over 200 poems published either in print or online. Peter's latest published work is approximate lovers (downtown materialaktion) published by Bone Orchard  Press. Peter’s e-chapbook  peep-o-rama is available as a Kindle Edition at Amazon.