crepuscule
see black weather flights of skin.
noise has diminished.
surgically applied to memory:
their lids woven tightly together – a time for time.
a cold endeavor.
a room: a red oval shape turning many times over.
drawn out over a bed of nails.
a whimpering.
Peter Marra is from Williamsburg Brooklyn. Born in Brooklyn, he lived in the East Village, New York from 1979-1993 at the height of the punk – no wave movement. Peter has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism. His poems explore alienation, sex, love, addiction, havoc, secrets, and obsessions often recounted in an oneiric filmic haze. A surrealist and Dadaist, he was first published in Maintenant 4 and has had approximately 50 poems published in the past year in the following journals, amphibi.us, blue and yellow dog, Breadcrumb Scabs, Calliope Nerve, Caper Literary Journal, Carcinogenic, Carnage Conservatory, Clutching At Straws,Crash, Danse Macabre, dark chaos, farthermost dream, Indigo Rising Magazine, L.E.S.Review, mad swirl, Maintenant 4, Maintenant 5, negative suck, Sex and murder, Subliminal Interiors, Sweet Flowery Roses, The Beatnik, the vein, Why Vandalism?, Yes Poetry, Petrichor, Phantom Kangaroo, Unlikely, Apocrypha And Abstractions, Pipe Dreams, including an interview in Yes,Poetry. Among his influences are Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard, Edgar Allan Poe, Russ Meyer, and Roger Corman.
Copyright © 2012 by Peter Marra
A Poe- ish punk surreal look at Marra’s splintered universe that explores his own take of a
gnostic split brawl in a screed of street-wise dark sided humour that lands a punch at accepted realities,respectability and sensibility with an alchemy brew of adverse images which shocks
us in sibilant recognition of his mind racing world.
“sibilant” – exactly
simple fix: anatomical yoke
…..oh that inapt memory stitched in place, a bleeding cure a curse….love this piece. It is the setting, the backdrop….how perfect the title, and it’s antithesis “magic hour” creating a desirable light in film.
Thank you leslie!!