Revenge Of The Delinquents (Sacred Texts) By Peter Mara

Upon awakening, I saw her.

Poppy capsules adorned her hair. Her passive lips craved their narcotic violence which was the only trait of these plants that gave her pleasure. Isis was in handcuffs and they couldn’t release her. The home medical manual offered no solutions; neither did the Merck Manual for Physicians. The moans coming from the hallway sounded as if the opium soaked physician was being flayed alive by former patients. The walls of this room are light green with an undecipherable adornment of stains; a soft light burns overhead to relax me. Dirty windows make me cry.

I had been swallowed whole, spit out in a confused state. The payphone in the hallway had been broken for 3 months and I was tired of the white rodents outside repeating number series. Too loud.

We had walked quickly to the heartbreak dance, so we could dance slowly then lie down, Beat, beat, beat. Always against a wall. That’s why I’m here.

She and I had escaped from home a long time ago. We supported ourselves by hijacking automobiles and selling them quickly. She always licked the fenders before sending them away. I always licked her lips afterwards. Obstructions weren’t a problem: they died under mysterious circumstances and were left to rot. The police laughed at us, then we set them aflame. Time is out. Time is off.

The walls twist frequently.

That’s it. The forest has everything. My skin becomes numb. That wasn’t her blood on the floor.

© 2013 Peter Marra

Originally from Gravesend Brooklyn, Peter Marra lived in the East Village, New York from 1979 to 1993 at the height of the punk – no wave music – art rebellion. Peter has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism, some of his favorite writers being Paul Eluard, Arthur Rimbaud, Tristan Tzara, Edgar Allan Poe, and Henry Miller.  Peter has had over 100 poems published either in print or online in over 25 journals. He resides in New York City and is currently constructing his 1st poetry collection.

 

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