went to sleep
while visions
of the Bad Ship Lollipop danced in her head
(just like Hollywood Babylon had promised)
the reflected light. independent waves,
a violent crime moved out of her mouth.
standing between two full length mirrors facing each other
a gift of Pandora. smash the surfaces. infinite faces destroyed.
shards everywhere coated in saliva, the smell
of summer air tempting her nostrils and
the waitress served six meals beyond what was required
showing the interconnected relationship with her vagina
a steady flow of business from the journal of spasms
another chemical put on the nerves early
another chemical put on the nerves early
too late for night
too late for talk
she displayed a temporary decrease in one customer every hour
a sperm competition taking them out.
her model, she talked of her desire for
glass eyes and of clenching forms in the house of love
all her hands bled and in an instance, the police
arrested a model of female orgasms.
a nocturnal duration.
we were in the middle of a relaxing experience,
I described a sense of pleasure – that’s
when the police department responded.
scientific literature focuses on “creepy crawler” missions;
antagonists dressed in black,
experienced by males and / or females
some of the vagina’s high concentration of nerves died.
filthy vessels such as murder, as well as the iris were to blame
in breathless wonder, lips parted with pain
several people watched her vulgar eyes glinting back like their eyes
the department store she stared at promised satiation.
when Susan Atkins was still an occupant of the Spahn movie ranch,
she was relieved to hear that at the Days Inn Motel they wanted to retch
after staring at the crimson paintings
her nipples poked out harder after her first victim was cut,
her clothes were in a soiled disarray
her offspring knelt down behind a wonderful time
police force on
press deep in
grinned a shriek
she had became a temporary disease
it required new murder, as well as
testimony concerning crimes in loving
her experiences with a mental state betrayed
the fact that she’s a moving film star
filmed in virtually uninhabitable states
watch the action
watch the action watch
a B-52 under her skirt to play with
everyday ordinary wives that burst into
flames when the home crashes down around them
an escape from normalcy by a drive over the cliff
she was intimately carried by the attacker
pushed even closer by him to a silent area where she was frightened
defined by figures outlined in repose dragging us in deep
translucent like our love
transparent as hatred
as dolls eyes follow us in pursuit.
The spectacle typically offers crime at a distant location
(murder, weakening strength; the changing structure of department stores)
a stranger had also been linked with
an obsessive-compulsive performance and she heard a few times what the camera had promised
i showed her the album of old forgotten images because
photos taken at a certain place and time frightened her so much.
another chemical put on the nerves early
By Peter Marra
Magnifique!
Merci!!
Thanks Emily for accepting and for the great image!