charles starkweather
died for your sins
he made the teenage dream explode
on the corner of maple street
while devouring neon women
sickly
sweet
towns
fast car speedy death
james dean myopic
wet with gasoline,
caril sat down to meditate.
wrapped in the american flag,
lit the match
-death flash -
to punish herself for
her family’s murder.
love is strange:
crippled
exploding
hearts
ruptured in the whirlpool
the spree was over
he climaxed with
an electric bolt and the oceans
turned red and the sky
wrenched purple rip
they took him away.
and she denied him
run to the church
smack your face
against the door
at dawn she crawled slowly
and eventually circled around his remains
her
eyes
burned
lips
parched
and
the itch and
the yen
to lie down
in cool dirt.
Peter Marra is a 51 year old writer living in Williamsburg Brooklyn who supports himself by computer-related work while trying to write and create music and art. He is a fan of “Beyond the Valley of the Dolls,” general grindhouse fare, and art films. He has also been published in amphibi.us, Yes,Poetry, Maintenant 4, Beatnik, Crash, and Danse Macabre and is working on his first collection of poems.