Argonautica

Barked my head off and called it ontology, 
stole your father’s rifle and named it HeroWorship, 
slept in the casino and pecked at my own throat, 
said things I didn’t mean and also things I did. 

Considered all variations and went with Argonautica, 
couldn’t touch a face of the godhead, 
settled for the unwashed, their ululations, 
fixed myself a plate of victuals. 

Lived on deck while the sailors played euchre, 
built something that floats and chews on cheeks, 
Lost a staring contest with everything underwater, 
Touched a nerve and aimed for in between the eyes. 

Now I’m learning to love the bomb, 
collecting sticks and twigs to build and topple, 
drinking from the source many times removed, 
looking for an exit from the game reserve. 

Now I’m moving in next to a hospital, 
away from rough waters and what lives there. 
Calling it a tactical disaster, calling it 
any name I can think of. Calling it.