Butter

Every time I butter toast

I think of you

And that morning

In the college canteen

When you taught me

Your secret method

To soften the fridge-cold

Foil wrapped butter tabs

By leaving them under those

Cheap leaky-spout teapots

For a few seconds.

I melted too but

Never told you.

-Job

Elephant

It was a really good Monday for being a Saturday. Nancy was on her whiskey diet. The elephant didn’t want to talk so he left the room. He was sure the Devil painted her blood red sparkly glitter. The old angel still enjoys his authority.

Nancy looked into the mirror on the wall and saw another person. It was her face, but someone else under the skin. Then she understood. She had just wanted a pet but ended up getting married.

Outside the raccoon attacked the trash. Let him eat. She looked up at the sky and saw a million dead stars. Her scream silenced the rowdy teenagers.

Choosing to do nothing is still a choice, after all. 

-Job

Watch it burn

That day

In LA

Jack burned

The contents of the bin

By the roadside

On the 405

Not because he was cold,

It was 100 degrees

In the shade,

But just to watch

It burn.

So after he lit her up

He stood there by

The roadside

While cars and trucks

Whizzed by,

On the 405,

Watching flames

And dirty smoke

Sputter a tower

Into a blue sky.

-Job

Iuvenes Deos

Oh, those new

divine ones

Bored of the world

They give birth to

destruction

Their lives a silent art.

They laugh at death

That single

final

end

And barricade their world.

Burn as bright suns

till the end of day

Living,

Dying,

not recording,

each his own Schrödinger

breaking bones against a blood sky

Never allowing compromise.

They refuse the world

And it’s comforting

photographs.

– Job