by Peter Marra
Case Study: An Interview with a Catatonic Schizophrenic about her Resume
A megalomaniac texture that tastes delicious
Everything represents The Brand
The behavior has gone since the late times died
presenting three patients that
they heard in hallucinations
(oblivious of the environment)
How are you and what happened?
Don't you feel like shaking hands with me?
the alias of the extraterrestrials lead to
automatic obedience
Business as usual.
A random Brain was opened and they cut out her images.
Blood was smeared against the kitchen cabinets
Sloppy noises accentuated during her LSD trip.
When her head is gone
Resting behind confinement bars
Occasionally murmuring or whimpering
We’ll feel much better in plague infested suburbia
Ravaged by hate
Gauging her arousal in the low light as
They watch the monitors
A feasibility study gone wild
modest amounts of sand she can't imagine as
the dust gets blown away on the abandoned mesa
right by the feet of the Howling Kat Nightclub Girls.
Ladies who were frequent collaborators with the powers that be
For money and love but mostly money
Twisted Sirens
Her lover collapsed underneath as her pale lithe frame
Twisted the remnants of its body
Flesh soaked with sweat and unknown clear liquids
She flashed on familiar images:
The crucifixion of James Dean and Sal Mineo among others
For the mutable sins of cruising rough trade
(just a rumor, just a rumor)
As arborescent skeletons sprouted in the abandoned fields
She flashed on a familiar image:
Her extended family fading away
The faded handbill jolted memories:
“Nowhere so glamorous a floor show
Dozens of women saucily costumed
Never a cover charge
Fine food
Moderate Prices
Open 6 P.M. to 4 A.M.
Lou Walters’ LATIN QUARTER
B’WAY at 48th CI6-1737”
A Brief History of Evil Dolls
[WHISPERING INAUDIBLE]
Solemn Accountants are sent on time
We meet on stories beyond lines – a cure for Saturday evening
In the Stratosphere Shadows
So absorbed
Continue to suck at the
Surgery and radiation for
The cult of advertisement
She helped the dogs while graciously fucking her lover
[GROANS]
These individuals are marked
By the biochemical game – the Magdalene Virus
Licking the spoon, relishing the final remains of
The death drug
Submissive as she was
She scribbled electric words around her mouth
(activity ecstatic)
A soliloquy for the Erection Muscle
Torn and tattered, 7 dogs tingled
As the neoplastic tourist approached
From the hotel of permanent parting
Where Gloria Vanderbilt models were stealing belongings
From impoverished families
[REMOVE SOUNDTRACK DUE TO INFECTIONS]
Pray to the throne of Isis in the factory
Ask about her jigsaw scarabs keeping the beat
Photographed by vengeful animals of
Uncertain origins
Hot make-out for the mannequins
She screamed, then screamed again as she
Worshiped the anorexic saints
“Watch me! Watch me!”
Massaging the heads, whatever happens
Something for me again
Took about an hour to polish and 1o seconds of satisfaction
Drug-sick bitch, you like to see it, The Oracle says
– you don’t understand, grandchild of Altamount
Jeering and shouting – it breaks the line of shadows while
Withdrawing, redrawing and re-penetrating
and she got all dressed up for a party
A parody of Catholic initiations
a strange turn-off
entranced by the centrality of the Eye.
[RESTORE SOUNDTRACK DUE TO INFECTION]
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