Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

they say jupiter was a prick

the clouds of neighboring gods
have started talking on their lawns

you should have see her
juno with her robes torn
black eyed fallen
escorted from mount olympus
to an awaiting cop car

him raging out the front door
hurling her shoes, fur coats, and lighting bolts

their celestial children
sent to earthly foster homes

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