Ogygia

Accounts of the Ordinary

On Ogygian shores Calypso lived
with two daughters, wild and fair
each with eyes of pale moonstone
and hellebore strewn in their hair;
by day they bathed in sylvan pools
beneath the winding stair.

Ogygia, shimmering prison –
past the shrouded mist yet lies
three thousand leagues from here or more
as the Wandering Albatross flies.
For the man now long since departed
O’er the thundering waves she cries–

The sea, the sea, the roaring sea
Delivered me he who was drowned!
The man who was king (and pulpit drunk)
wore a tangle of kelp for a crown!

Ogygia, lost in the bounding main
under a sepia lighted brume,
the wine-dark sky makes cruel silhouettes
on his weeping heart weeping for home.
Into her arms, her warm oubliette,
(always pulpit drunk he went)
of drinking her secret perfume.

Oh, such wroth experiments!
From dead meaning concrete towers
those green light electric cigarettes
fall into her indigo harmony flowers −
no butts to junk his monuments
for seven long years of hours.

The sea, the sea, the roaring sea
Delivered me he who was drowned!
The man who was king (and pulpit drunk)
wore a tangle of kelp for a crown!

Fair Nausithous, wild Nausinous
their miasma, a jasminey breeze;
it whips up the fever, blisters the skin,
it coughs in the rustling leaves;
it steals the breath and leaves the bones,
to dark indigo harmonies.

Ogygia, the watchers spy the sails
billowing white on the azure reach;
the moon-calf shakes the monkey pods
slink prowling on the beach;
for He is going home tonight
in swift ships beyond the reach.

The sea, the sea, the roaring sea,
D
elivered me he who was drowned!
The man who was king (and pulpit drunk)
wore a tangle of kelp for a crown! 

The Seabees make poison honey
that drips in bomb drops from the comb;
blown bits of Ogygia’s stone coral skirts
churn the irradiant foam;
the sand is aglow with the half-light
of eyes set in pale moonstone.

Return, return, my phantom king!
Through the ages she scours the shore;
he comes by air in a squadron of bees −
Have you seen her electric hair?
Calypso, Queen Bikini Atomic!
she is post detonation
a nuclear sensation
child of a Titan-Atlas affair.

The sea, the sea, the roaring sea,
D
elivered me he who was drowned!
The man who was king (and pulpit drunk)
wore a tangle of kelp for a crown!

Now I with my daughters
we search the clear waters
for he was lost and then found.

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