£7.00 + postage, November 2012, 50pp
Matthew Welton, Dzifa Benson, Simon Barraclough, Heather Phillipson, Richard Price, Jane Draycott, Emily Berry, Chris McCabe, Joe Dunthorne, Luke Heeley, Isobel Dixon, Annie Freud, Roddy Lumsden, Liane Strauss, John Stammers, Catherine Smith.
• Review of Psycho Poetica performance at the Whitechapel Gallery by Julia Bird.
The $40,000 Pill
I runne to death, and death meets me as fast, and all my pleasures are like yesterday; I dare not move my dim eyes any way.
John Donne, Holy Sonnet 1
Stifling in your apartment Marion
you can’t hold your own gaze in the mirror.
Sun shines but it’s not for you, even your own shadow
trips before you.
Thirty plus with a yen for hardware store dealers,
too old to grab for lunchtime gropes on the side.
Too sick to pander to loudmouth highrollers
with nothing to declare but the flash of cold, hard cash.
Little league blonde, girl Friday ten years in the making
ordinary woman, extraordinary temptation. Take one
last gasp to fit the skin of the American Dream before
it jump cuts to black.
Get the hell out of dodge, white bird, take flight
go to seed to get hitched in black torpedo bra. Before
you leave Marion, be sure to turn Mama’s eyes
to the wall.
Lowery, askance at the crosswalk while the die
casts your face glazed, the twist in your gut knits
the flat planes of your perky mug, and that headache
still woodpeckers away.
Two days on the lam, in a black ‘56 Ford Mainline, desert
highway yawns cacti and white lines. Check your status
in rear-view, eyes fixed, clench the steering wheel
will Sam be pleased to see you?
All that driving, inner voices clamouring, that bitten
lip and gnawed finger. Violas breathe hard, stringing
and plucking dread over your mind and that wad
of greenbacks stashed in your black handbag.
From Arizona to California on a wing and not enough
prayer. We can’t see you or your white picket fence
in John Law’s aviators. Look! His car’s a raven black hulk
in your rear-view mirror.
Hurtling from headaches to headlights, U-turns
and headlines, a magpie in car reg. ANL-709.
You can’t buy off unhappiness with pills, you said.
Marion, you should have spent the weekend in bed.