Monthly Poetry

I wrote these two years ago by request of Anders Bjornberg for a planner he made. Now, by request of Grace, I am re-printing them.

Keep in mind, this was more than three years ago. I wrote these when I was still living in New York, a long time ago (I was younger).

January
Colds and the flu lurk everywhere
Avoid handshakes, doorknobs, and daycares
Actually, better just stick it out in the basement

February
Fuck this fucking month
With its fucking Hallmark day and a sky that is grey
Luckily for us, it is absrudly short

March
According to the professors, MTV, and deans
It is time for a break--don't forget the sunscreen
When you get back you will be filled with regret and chlamydia

April
Out come the bicycles and baseball mitts
And the frozen, long-lost piles of dog shit
Pets are suck assholes

May
Sit back unwind and enjoy a job well done
Finally a chance to put down the gun
Now where's that fucking latte?

June
Don your tennis whites and call your dad
Set up a match with Jennifer and Brad
Afterwards you can drink lemonade and laugh in their faces

July
In which best friends are born
And have birthday celebrations with trophies and popcorn
Enjoy every last second of it

August
Cicadas and tigerlilies take over the world
In the middle of the night guts are hurled
Geez, maybe you should think about rehab

September
Take a day off work and then start school
Keep waiting for the season of Yule
You won't get anything good this year anyway

October
Time again for sweaters and dog-walking
Be ready when Batman and Nixon come knocking
Remember though, it's still not cool to hand out poison apples (or regular apples)

November
There is nothing else to do
But eat and eat and eat and eat
And nap

December
Take a few moments to remember with a solemn heart
Then forget again and plot your wish-list on a flow chart
Dead soldiers aren't that important