John Newton


Scalding stories are a dime a dozen in Sulfur City,
some friend of a friend, the averted
gaze in the public baths – something you fell in

while you were drunk. Not that you always
appreciate it, to have grown up
surrounded by bullshit artists, the niggle, the bloodsugar

debt in the cocktail hour. On Millionaire’s Row
the plastic surgeons are tackling up
for an early start, a nightcap to damp down the light pollution,

white-bread sleaze on the cable channel,
and if you’re still fidgety
roll out the mat and that slackening core body will

thank you for it. What did we do before Japanese food?
Down in the concourse they tear it off
in strips, while the clown with the chainsaw warms up the punters

for the gamey stuff, the Midnight Rambler, the lesbonauts
on the high trapeze bobbing for persimmons.
That’s how it goes in the new trash economy,

that’s how we keep the old stuff on the boil:
ker-chunk down 
into the turnaround and then hammer that G-run like your

fingers invented it, searing flat-picks lickety-
splitting the difference, the long haul from Vegas to Gore.
The question is, will you know which way to look

when you luck on the thing you’ve been holding out for?
We sat together (her breasts were so small
she looked like a boy) on the crumbling stone wall

of the garden and shared a cigarette in the bare winter sunlight.
You come to, someone says hey you
that was the turnoff. You play the bones, lover, I’ll play

the banjo, and after the loopies have gone home to bed
I’ll sing you a song in a strange foreign 
language I learned in the lost years of muck

sweat and manly toil. How do you translate 
the old family story into something that anyone else
wants to hear? And what would Aunty Gladwrap say,

tasked with your upbringing, mistress of her own 
mottled hide? Like an eggshell
bouncing on the floor of a saucepan, each of us

lives these significant lives: things you’ve been guilty of,
things you’ve grown out of, the damage
you make sense of with the eyes in the back of your head.

Author’s Note


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