first days of the month
are scary.

it's a fresh new start..
again.

its a time
and reason
to make a good impression
on the new month.

what new goals do you have?
what new affirmations are you telling yourself?
how many books are you going to read?
how many words are you going to write?
are you really going to start working out?

because you always say
that you will
and you never do.

you're lying to yourself.

that's why the first
of every month..
is scary.

a new
and fresh start.

again.

Aries

Same old taken for
granted Ari. Someday you’ll
show them all. They’ll see!


Taurus

Love beckons this week,
Tau, but when you get closer
it’s waving bye-bye.


Gemini

Time for a fresh start,
Gem. If you won’t change your mind,
at least change your socks.


Cancer

Remember, Can, that
the way up is the way down.
Life’s a pogo stick.


Leo

Some may be peeved by
your Leonine manner. Well,
it’s for their own good.


Virgo

If not for you, Virg,
nothing would ever get done,
but do they thank you?


Libra

Keep your balance, Lib,
particularly when you’re
walking a tight-rope.


Scorpio

Get ready! This week,
Scorp, a dreamboat sails into
your work place. Dream on.


Sagittarius

Message for you, Sag,
in Aries. And they all thought
you'd never find out!


Capricorn

You’re just a bundle
of lovable quirks, Cap. So
what’s with these weird looks?


Aquarius

Aquari, you’re on
a cosmic roll. Let it all
ride: you’ll be surprised!


Pisces

What is the sound of
one hand clapping, mystical
Pi? That's your reward.

What is yours
Your name
This is a poor man's country
End homelessness
With putting yourself on trial

You saw it

Crumpled money in a pocket
Pieces of bread in a pocket
Fingers in a pocket
Unmailed letters in a pocket
Sand in a pocket
Keys in a pocket
Tickets in a pocket
Lottery tickets in a pocket
A poetry collection in a pocket
A wallet in a pocket
A driver's license in a pocket
Something in a pocket
No
A poem is the pocket
That holds all these things.

Topographical
blue—
almost turquoise

mounted
on a leather desk
but ready to roll

as if the world were my marble
and I could shoot it back
down the alley

Tip of the hat
Luxury ridden bus stop
Too many blinks of my eyes
Misery amongst the peasants
The bus sweet smelly bus
My home
Holy shoes and a bottle of ***
How quaint to look up the grassy hillside
A quick peek at the wealthy
My eyes blinked too many times
They aren’t allowed on this bus
It’s the bus where angels fly
where real people cry
How quaint

No gravity
Freely flowing
Loosened soul
Barefoot bassinet
Sweet golden sand
The smell of her cheek
No gravity free flowing love
I met myself today
The real me
Deep pool floating under the stars
Her sweet cheek I kissed
No gravity free flowing, deep pools
We floated together