Facts about Allotheism
Here are the facts
as we know them:
In the beginning
there was more
than the word.
There are lots of words
in the worship of
strange gods.
Olathe Slim was
on the holiest lam,
after he absconded
with a coarse birretum.
Mollie’s hat, as it was known
among the impertinent.
In a Mali hostel
Olie met Elliot Hams
and from there
they loved
in all directions.
They loved not one
more than the other.
Not once
did they think
to call each other
a rose.
They saw the world
and even hid for a
short time in some of
the most expensive
Lima hotels.
They remained
in constant pilgrimage
and devotionally directed
by poetry and the vague
theories of continental drift
as sketched out
by Arthur Holmes.
Tail ends and cutting edges
nourished their love differently,
albeit in equal amounts.
Very occasionally
they’d send helots mail,
hoping they’d join
the cause of the
in-between.
And sometimes
they’d send messages
into the world anonymously
to news outlets (in countries with
state funding for the arts) via emails
—loth they were to write—
in a lame Lithos, which
left hints of camping
in California state parks.
Their communiqués
were clear: we mustn’t confuse
allotheism with alloethism:
facts and poetics are not
differently sized bees
performing different tasks.
Without a doubt Elliot
would have preferred Baskerville.
But that would have been too plain
and the wrong type of bee.
Too trustworthy.
They’re more irreverent than that.
It’s not trust they are after
when it comes to facts.