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1 – Asmodeus’ Die
(110 sang the refrains of J.)
He moaned of loss:
“You have a lucky shot and are eager to be the bravest”
The Demon retorted: “You are too eager for release by hand, but mark your gait well my gentle friend, for at any moment I may obfuscate your gaping screams”
But the young man would not be cowed:
“Song and stele that ne’er clutched your dentition’s grip; all that was available in the city has lapsed, the dramatic ingress of your god of stones dies upon a distant star!”
“But I am patient” quoth the demon “My pitch covers wildly the future. No matter how well you autopsy, the earth dies still”
“I will delay you and your lords” said the lad “No matter, how you cross the street or lie, or spring from any unseemly angle.”
A gaggle of journalists had gathered to watch the pair.
One named Kczello cried out in confused concentration:
“Which star have you left out?!” he cried in anguish “See! The day remains and Eris, collapses, staggering…” His raving voice faltered “from afar have I cast her and ran off in haste!”
“Again” said the demon calmly “no matter how old you are, no matter how you fly, the atmosphere of thieves is your gain and loss.”
The lad though, gathered himself and spoke up once more:
“You may cross the street all you wish, but the problematic image never ceases, only the fly remains!”
“And how old exactly are you?” said Kczello
The demon and lad knew not which of them he addressed and so replied at once:
“110 as the refrain of J goes”
2 – Corporate Saw
Broken by coal, risen through your sport,
This thorny icon perishes annually,
One day allows a fellow his right,
Another doubts this subject,
Humanity sighs…
She is insulted by no one —except that deafening controller
The game is one in which one must fail to feel the touch,
At this she excels for her waking attention does not shrink
Instead she grasps the meaning of dreams:
“Now the oak may definitely decide for the rock!”
Is a commonly spoken event,
A professional coroner, she regularly quartered journalists and years alike,
For both lie with equal ubiquity.
3 – A Problem
A new bull god that hoped to be,
More than powerful than great Apis of Egypt,
Yet he lacked the rights to create stardust,
And so leaned forward with his pitch,
beseeching other deities to grant this boon,
Those hoary great ones listened and replied:
“In this case there is no right for you to be and hence you have no right to stay.
Were you a lion, things might have been different, but you are not and though it is like a game, it is one you have lost.”
(Graham 26 July 2022)
12 From the diary of a Guardian Angel
a used dome is / a sparrow cote / prodable man
A French miner dies and
I don’t care that this is the land
where a house is not level and
fuels refuse to affect its heart
So, I take the stone
that the Guru found more powerful than fire
The broken statues are
still and no doctor comes to change the game
I counsel my friend
God knows we will cover the game
every year… but slowly
I add quickly and with control
You’re a married man
I don’t know who Appina is to know
anything about Art
I know only that God loves her
If you cross the street to
brook this water goddess please
do it secretly
This is important and if later you lose
I can dig your grave
Ron gets what I mean and because of this
he runs
runs to the year’s end
and will again
There again
a lot of the time
I know you can’t go
for even half the days
of the year
Outside is a place of holy stones
So I decide to read hers next
You are a beautiful woman
another goddess I hope
Now
about your
out-of-control cows …
preamble to a raw corpse
The boy asks
Does the bed move the moon?
He gets up and says
Go, it’s red!
(Geoffrey Mark Matthews 6 August 2022)
Centre For Experimental Ontology 