Here be Monsters

Helen lashed me to the mast

so I could hear the mermaids sing

sometimes I forget

who's God is which

or which God is who

she favors Poseidon

we avoid Pluto

no time for Greek dissertations

we’re bound for the shores of Troy

inside the walls they throw laughing dice

bet on horse races

sport with the fates

such Joie de vivre!

our atomic Argo at the ready

to sally forth across the universe

steering clear

of the jealous eyes on Mt.Olympus

Helen’s a good sport

if a little skittish

sometimes when she drinks a little

she wonders what all the fuss is