"the alchemist played with flesh remnants making magick"

Image: Peter Marra, late 70s (Archives)
Image: Peter Marra, late 70s (Archives)




The Sin Eater

Clothed in black gauze
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






her hair and hands


around the moon


gently beckoned us






as we escaped from the


thin afternoon and


entered into


magick night


causing imagery


droplets fell


from silken lenses




the hidden




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





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




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.





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





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




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.


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    Peter Marra (Wednesday, 18 March 2015 13:00)

    Copy and paste the links below into your browser to obtain my work.
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