Pandora

Prometheus didn’t see 

her coming 

and when she was 

gone, every other night he welcomed 

whisky vultures to help his liver 

forget immortality.

Easy to say she knew what she was doing,
blame her 

for opening. Even 

with all the gifts 

of the gods she could not know.

Sh...

April 8, 2017

Artemis will not get you laid

no matter how much scotch on the rocks

you leave half full on her altar.

The risk reward ratio

for walking in on her in the tub

is a limb torn per breast, and entrails

splayed for a peep between navel and thigh.

Her mood is like the moon.

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