This next one is a fairly facetious one
called "Horoscope."
My sign is that of Scorpio, which might help
you to understand part of it.
"My horoscope says, oh, beware the burning looks.
Someone will turn on you on the 3rd of February.
The 5th looks very good for being kind to others.
Be creative, for your planets are in fecund positions.
The 7th and 11th, you may be introspective.
Never mind.
Men, clothing, fences, and old cliches
that make the outlook ragged.
Go shopping with a friend, and buy a paper flower
on the 8th or the 13th.
Yeast tablets, lots of sleep will cure you on the 20th.
The full moon on the cusp can wreck your best investments.
Guard your tongue and harbor no indigents at evening.
And sweep all of the scorpions out of the garage.
Transparent, in the glass paperweight of the future,
my fortune whirligigs on rack and zodiac,
skirling rams and rhythms of Siamese fish and archers,
aiming at cold lions and polyglot of crabs.
I celebrate October, mercury on the deathbed,
poppies burning in oiled Avalons of the witches.
Offspring of a Stonehenge marriage,
a morose self-pitying mother, a lovely and laggard father,
baked in a cupcake together.
Dial me out of that black, lacrimal sunny ruin
drawn by stinging angels, chaperoned
by spiders through the jade trapse of the season.
I've come to no conclusion."