Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Peter Marra: Two

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Foetus

He entered the
subway car
Fluorescent
burn
smell

She was lying
on the floor
Knees to chest
clad in black leather

Slowly
rocking
rocking
 rocking

He looked
down
She looked
Up

No one
saw
No one
told



Heart Rituals

Broken neon
Sliding through the
Broken window

Waiting
Sitting
At the kitchen table

Grey
Mind

Grey
Thoughts

The instruments are shined

Slick time

Going
To the window

Reading the
Sign outside

Throbbing light
Shadows

Reverse alphabets
Behind her eyes

She turns quickly and
Seizes what is near

Steps outside
Into the
Hard
Thick
Evening

Triple
Heavy

Moist sighs
 remind her
Faces pointed
Backwards

Make her
Remember

She hides her weapons

As she
Ventures
Onto
The
Street

First unsteady
Then assured

It’s time to go

Leave her to
Her work

While the
Bed she left
Empty

A long
Time
Ago

Explodes
Explodes
Explodes

1 comment:

Leslie said...

Foetus
Again, I feel like i know the experience. You describe the feeling vividly. In HEAR RITUALS - it's a twist for me that you are taking a female perspective. It was a surprise and then like stepping into my own jeans. A weightiness to both pieces. Almost like times i recall of being amidst drugs (not taking part) and depression.
Very effective......