JOB

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Job, poem, poetry, religion, satire

JOB

People laughed at Job
were divided in their opinions as to
whether he was just a total fuck up
making an absolute mess of his life

or darker and more insidious
had driven God to resent his very being
through act or attitude, or perhaps
purely as a result of how he looked

the divine being heavily invested in physiognomy
all the prophets strong and handsome
and Jesus radiant with obvious celestial being.

IF MY LUST FOR YOU

if my lust for you
takes me to Hell
so be it

if I am to be dashed by desire
from ever meeting my
martyred ancestors
well and good

for though my tastes are
catholic when
it comes to women
there seems to me
to be a holiness
in her
when we are naked, entwined,
beautifully beasting together

that
gives the lie

STEEPLES

wanted to write
erotic poetry
but feared an
army of
stern priests
gone
101st airborne
parachuting
down

odds on one
hitting a
big miss
(sexually
speaking)

so many
steeples in this town