Second 24 Hour Foray: Part One (04/27/2021)

Decided to do another 24 hour poetry broadcast. Started at 1:17 PM. I was in a more sour mood than I preferred, and ended up snapping at someone in the broadcast for no reason. The Redditor asked that I write a "square" poem as penance. The following five lines are the result. 

The Sea Beckons, Kleos on Her Breath 

I'm used to meeting bullets come sunset.

I switch horses for meat and cabbage. I

use mirrors as confessions, confessionals

as subways and beaches for reading. Heat

and summer leave me wanting. Hail Eris. 

                    ******* (b-side fragment) 

Speak Eros and enter. Sip your teeth

like tea in dreams, you hung dry queens

and twinkish belly flop house deans.