Peter Marra

Peter Marra is from Williamsburg Brooklyn. Born in Brooklyn, he lived in the East Village, New York from 1979-1987 at the height of the punk – no wave rebellion. Peter has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism, some of his favorite writers being Paul Eluard, Arthur Rimbaud, Tristan Tzara, Edgar Allan Poe, and Henry Miller. His favorite artists are Salvador Dali, Felicien Rops, Dante Rossetti and Amedeo Modigliani. To support himself he has been working in the computer industry. He has had approximately 50 poems published in the past year.

chapters from a finishing school diary

Chapter 1

flesh: a now familiar obsession.
it’ll satisfy your feminine
your glowing words
a circle of onlookers, consisting of smells.
the wheel, which is exposed:
only 3 spins of the wheel.
lips quiver with their ordinary business
hundreds of churches have views of it

Chapter 2

she was situated in the middle of the room having
lunch in the naked backwoods
the fearful thing she had seen for the vision.
sometimes in dreams, occasionally afflicted
ever since the peril of the fearful thing
a rattle.
flesh: a now familiar obsession.

Chapter 3

peepshow boo

she walked in.
the faded faces watched her from every screen.

white granular pale eyes within deep black holes.
she winked at them, they didn’t register.

she walked from booth to booth peering inside,
dragging her long black nails on the doors.

booth to booth – steel boxes

from one door to the other, moans and screams.
she placed her hand between her legs for a moment

then removed it quickly.

Chapter 4

(once)

she
unzipped.
the thing was free
pushed her back
on the bed
it clutched

and
swallowed

endless
sucking black red day

caressing and smooth touches

until a burst and
her face was burned

she stared in shock and lapped it up

and the thing glistening
in the grey sunlight
stared at her skull

late afternoon
a hot day

that was when it happened
and this incident,
hanging nailed to the wall,

stared
back

and her skull is still there

catching the smiles forever.
warm.sticky.smell.

Chapter 5

lips quiver with their ordinary business
hundreds of churches have views of it

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2 Responses to Peter Marra

  1. Leslie Sachs says:

    You seem to be exhaling and with it more nuance and range in your writing. Your signature self is still very much felt, however (thankfully). This piece is intriguing. I like to feel my way through your words and discover a meaning or sense. Here, I felt taken by the hand and, by my own set of conditions, led in a more obvious direction – only obvious due to terms, words that we ascribe meaning to without thought, the ordinary. But, the ‘onlookers’ and ‘smells’ and “from booth to booth”, “booth to booth – steel boxes”…”peepshow boo”…very tricky, very clever. I am not inside that world of porn of which I am familiar (not my story) but inside a struggle with religion – a times testing – of which i am also familiar.
    This is a marvelous piece and i must say up there with one of my favorites of your work. I do very much like how you’ve used chapters to segment and connect the writing (that is how i take it) similar to psalms that break up teachings in a bible.

  2. angelferox says:

    I’m very glad that you picked up on the structure of the poem as being similar to psalms and bible structure. I didn’t realize this until I had finished the poem and re-read it several times. I love your additional analysis of the work. I guess having a somewhat repressed upbringing and catholic school background had it’s detrimental effects. I became interested in that underground world of “porn” early as a teenager: not just the product, but also the environment fascinated me.

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