The Perfect Recipe
by Jules Archer
They say oil and water don't mix.
Well, newsflash they still don't.
They taste good in a salad. Balsamic the perfect accompaniment.
But here.
Here, you toss them together, mix them up; concocting something that has no place. Feathers and oil-streaked fur their only flavor. A recipe woefully called “disaster”.
You treat them like I'm hungry.
Fix it.
You fucked up this appetite for too long.
I like it, Jules. Especially feel the impact of the last three sent./paragraphs. Good piece.
Amen. Get the damn thing plugged! Then clean up your mess.
Fix it dammit! Brava Jules! Strong and direct, and last line is just great!
Good story! As if we didn't always know that oil and water don't mix...
fix it, fix ourselves--
full employment
A really nice use of the oil issue!
they are swearing, it will not get to the east coast. Bologna, I say.
To me, the word oil covers a lot of territory. We only see this one high profile thing of all the things soiling us. Things we are causing ourselves. George Carlin had it right; in the end the world will be fine; who will be gone will be us.
Write on.
Hi Estelle and Larry-
Many thanks for the comments and input.
short and perfect.
Ha! Good one! I wonder if you've been inspired by the writing of Zach Golden? By the way - I made some F$%#ing Tuna With Citrus Sauce tonight. P.82 (Don't F%&*ing like that? Turn to Page 34) Big Bonus Points for the lad on V-Day! But seriously, Jules this is a really good poem about environmental disaster - angry - sad - powerful. Well done.
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