Thursday, March 3, 2011

(pomegranate sequence)

Let’s look in the room: behind the door,
at the woman on her side lazy lazy
gazing across the room at
two women on a couch. (hear the tokens drop).

one black haired / one white haired
one smiling / one blind
video dying flicker fast
then slowly black white sounds
fade to white
then color.

While we sit under the tree (pregnant)
shooting its fruit
smashed at the wall
Thrown into the fire.

inside the metal cave
(where the meals are forgotten by the people lost)
life goes on as usual

a sequence on the couch
sets the course of the show for now:

a woman white haired / a woman black haired
long legs ripped stockings scuffed black boots
and crimson nerves pulse in between

lips lick electrodes then
drawing circles with their tongues

holding a female hand such comfort
beyond the smoke screen:

Exploding. red  
a fodder for comfort

smiles and caresses / the woman on her side
(lazy lazy)
watches black things crawl along the baseboard of the wall

the pianist in the black
nightgown is playing.

look in the box behind the door
at the woman on her side lazy lazy gazing

the chandelier
ripping fruit: raw red

--Peter Marra is a writer who lives in Williamsburg Brooklyn. Among his influences are Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard, Edgar Allan Poe, Russ Meyer, and Roger Corman.
He has been published in Calliope Nerve,, Yes Poetry, Maintenant 4, Beatnik, Crash, Danse Macabre, Caper Literary Journal, and Clutching At Straws.
He is currently constructing his first collection of poems.


Bard said...

Very good (of course). Peter's poetry takes us to the places all interesting people want to visit, but which few of us even know how to find.

Leslie said...

(Pomegranate sequence)

.....I love the title in parentheses.
I found this very erotic. Steeped in female-ness, metaphor.
It's sexy,lonely and has a through-line of genuine comfort in the woman sublime. Soft and easy.
Love this one.


mondocane said...

Thank you Leslie and Bard. I'm grateful and honored.