Odysseus was

strapped to his mast in torment.

Butes dived in to swim

but Aphrodite

rescued him. I cannot hope

for such kind mercy.

So fill up my ears

with the beeswax of TV;

dumb me down with tea,

save me from notions

fancifully tempting me

from other oceans.

Draw the curtains close,

think about work tomorrow:

then upstairs to bed.

Locked inside at night,

safe from rivers of blue lights,

sirens in my head.