Trip

The Odyssey (sort of.)

Tell me, O Muse, of quite a clever man—
A hero traveled far and wide, who sacked
The famous town of Troy; so many towns
And cities seen; by kin, the clans produce
The acts and customs known to him; by sea
He suffered much to save his life, and failed
To bring his comrades safely home to wives.
Alas!—he could not save a soul: for they
Perished by means of their own stupid fault
By eating cows of the Sun-God, so-called
Hyperion: mad lord, he's known to be.
To balance deeds, they'd sown no chance of home.
So Muse, you daughter, born of Zeus—the news?
Begin the tale from any point: start now.

 The rest who had avoided death returned,
Having escaped from both the war and sea,
Already home. Odysseus?—kept long
Away from wife and son.—Possessive bitch,
The witch Calypso had detained our man
Deep in her cave where any can be trapped;
She begged for marriage, Please!—No way in hell!
The years he yearned for nothing much but home
And there the gods relented:—let him flee
At last to Ithaca; though never free:
The trouble went on even near his folks,—
And caused by whom?—the water god of course:
The bastard boss Poseidon.—Trip denied.
 And off our Mister Sea to see he went
To the far Horn: the Earth is cracked in two
Or not?—if east and west the diff'rent dudes
Reward with bulls and stuff the same: he would
Find out for sure. In office sat old Zeus,
This time he went among a seated crowd,
Of gods renown,—but first he said some things:

 "Can you believe this shit? accosted when
It's their fuck-ups? the blameless mindless man
Aegisthus for example: now I told
Him not to fuck Agamemnon's old gal.
I even sent that Hermes off to warn
Him: Too far. It's too far, Aegisthus. And
So what? Fucked her, killed him: so quick to blame
Atreus' kid for what he did—if some
Guy did such to my pops I'd chop him in-
To three dozen pieces: who wouldn't? And
I told him, Hermes fuckin' told 'im. What
Good did it do? now they're both dead, the broad's
A loon, Orestes haunted, probably.”