Amelēs Potamos: The Demon Love Song of Acedia ~ Monday, March 23, 2026

Amelēs Potamos: The Demon Love Song of Acedia

Unlike the tropes of fiction, all is real
not simply in the mind, Johnson kicks rocks
licks rust, eats glass, devours your children
in a Swiftian sense of proposal
kindness, loving-kindness as a modest
entreaty, con carne, baby ham hocks

theatre of cruelty, smoothly silken
heartless as an analogy for food
enter the industry, please, be my guest

troubles in Ulster, centuries of hate
rip up the treaties, rip off the bandage
objectively, property, we debate
principles of justice and rights, we gauge
equality with Jesus on the rood
suck it up, no afterlife, final breath

order me a double whiskey, neat, please
forget unmindfulness, River Lethe

forgetfulness, the underworld, not death
instruct me to let go, carelessness drinks
core values for millenia, we freeze
tinctures of animosity, Grete
instruct me to slow down, Jonathan feasts
on stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled infants, thinks
nobody cares, British landlords pity

allegedly, only Alba ... Scotland
land of the Picts and Scots, equity
literally, for the Irish, demand

in the flesh of my flesh, burdens of beasts
summons the demon of acedia

rest in the knowledge that hearts full of fat
eat the meat and potatoes, lion scat
and unicorn dung, dragon media
lifts the veil on cannibal lives, ideal

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