Hear it in a void:
psalms chanted slowly
words slip out from blue lips and
chattering teeth.
See it discretely:
the ice touch from the windows
burns then caresses
as we watch the trees grow slowly
hide
hide
hide
/o my god
mascara streaming silken salt water
things painting the walls/
freely sliced in secret while they look away
simulated love
a hide / a cry
hidden sighs
heard from walls slowly moving away.
the flowers revolve
revolve towards the black sun smiling
black circle falling
the ingredient of forgotten
adulterers sniffing at
the sheets wet burn
in a slick mucous dream
/o my god
mascara streaming silken salt water
things painting the walls/
let. Me. Sleep.
the wooden cross / cold
hangs from the wall
it says goodbye
a pair of
burning black hot lips
mouthing words silently
describing
an after-shadow of nuclear intensity
hiroshima mon amour
first degree epidermis redness,
after several hours in
tissue flesh, see the word-smell
mad wounds rising because
electrical burns are hers.
damage is not always obvious. walk. She was forced.
Because of a loss, a full-thickness, an explanation
as time dies lying in your lap?
she stopped when the floor grabbed her.
tell us about crouching figures
at the base
of a crucifixion
a bullet for the red light
a message waiting blown
away in spit and brine
she forced it
3 hours
three hours
it will be finished
blink. Slowly. Roused. Slowly.
cold sweat dream
close her teeth
please
because
she emerged crimson from
the flaming sex garage
By Peter Marra
The Carnage Conservatory 