april 2nd

a poem about bed



i'm sure i've got things to do
but i just cant get out of you
bed
i dont know of another place
to get 3o(ish) square feet of personal space
than bed
though theres pleasure in just lying prone
its even better when i'm not alone
in bed
leave for 5 minutes to let food out and in
its where ambition ends - where each day begns
bed

april 1st

a poem about a market



this market is too quiet
the poetry of random shouting
"pound a pound" or other cry, it
seems, is eerily missing

my ears once ran about in
a field of noise - language expressing
produce boasts - but now self-doubting
silence - this market is too quiet

march 31st

a poem about financial new years resolutions



its new years eve for accountants
its time for drawing lines and starting from scratch
its a whole new budget to fail to stick to
an assessment of the failures of the last four quarters

it doesnt take much introspection
for me to see im overspent
emotionally, or see which sections
of my lifes budget my assets went
but i pledge not to bring forward my imbalance
a double line will mark this imperfect cadence

its new years eve for accountants
so close this old year down and start anew
but dont bother to strike up auld lang syne
pick up
start over
pick up
start over
pick up
start over
happy new year