Thirty Days Until Apollo's Solstice

I declare war on Summer. Apollo has scheduled the 2021's solstice for June 20th, leaving us thirty more lengthening days. So far, Chicago has done it's best to stave of the menace of Summer. I applaud May's short lived snow, the feisty rain early in the morning. However, lately Zeus has been slacking, letting the city and it's citizens bake. I implore the leviathans that dwell in lake michigan to swim and hunt in triangular/trapezoidal formations, as to better attract the attention of Zeus and other icy beings. In other Chicago news, I wrote this poem: 

Tiny Metal Kettle 

Whist relishing dream fruits I scribe Genesis 

on the back of my hand. My sweat runs jot 

& tittles rivers under my breath. I have hours of

casual cruelty to mull in sleep, limbs for golem 

empires maintaining catacombs under the city. 

Departing the apartment is an eternally

rewarding chore. I did not dress for internal 

storms this frigid. Spirits turn to steam 'round

these parts, trailing tales of murder while they

go, "read the walls first and last, someone

we all know fell through the cracks." 

Someone named the routes here after stages

of the grief cycle. 

I revel in how nippy shadows calm me here.