Monday, April 25, 2011

horror of party beach

hot and sweaty
with eyes bleeding

under the collapsing gulls reversed sound
i watched the woman and shivered

she was guarding her daughters
she watched her offspring as they sat in a circle

they were waiting for clients
waiting on destinations of gratification

wanting silence
wanting rest
on the beach.

mother was dressed in black and
sat in a beach chair

and the women sitting at her feet
looked up every so often

i was far away and
they did not notice me

i sat with my knees up
a junior in high school
head lying on top sweat under my tongue
looked up every so often
then removing my eyes

hot sweaty eyes bleeding
little springs stretched in my head

she gazed at each of her offspring and
fought back violent screams
biting her tongue as dragons teased

quickly deadly quick –
the girls were on top of
mommy while i looked away

time burned as blood circles
softly appeared in the albino sand

they laughed and they bit and laughed
and left her bones to bleach in the sun.

 
--Peter Marra is in Williamsburg Brooklyn. His goal is to become an adjective. He has either been published in or has work forthcoming in Caper Literary Journal,  amphibi.us, Yes Poetry, Maintenant 4 & 5, Beatnik, Crash, Danse Macabre, Clutching At Straws O Sweet Flowery Roses, Breadcrumb Scabs and Calliope Nerve. He is currently constructing his first collection of poems.

2 comments:

Leslie said...

And so this begins a little differently, maybe more innocently than your other pieces...but...no. It's disguised. The ocean, always a salty sexy place...sweat
and bodies, always a sexy place.
This one draws me in because the content, places described, people described, are familiar and comforting (in a desiring kind of way)

mondocane said...

Thanks Leslie. This poem was based on an incident from my teenage years.