Horoscopes are meant to be prophetic, but why can’t they be poetic? Instead of reading your stars this month, try reading some Allen Ginsberg with these Poetic Horoscopes taken straight from his work. Who knows? Perhaps the Beat poet from Newark has a vision of your future hidden in his verse...
(January 20 - February 18)
You recognize everything all over again where you are, it’s wonderful to be introduced to strangers who know you already.
(February 19 - March 20)
Be kind to your self, it is only one and perishable of many on the planet.
(March 21 - April 19)
While you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time.
(April 20 - May 20)
You will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb.
(May 21 - June 20)
Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars!
(June 21 - July23)
Let the elevators creak and speak, ascending and descending in awe.
(July 24 - August 22)
You can’t drive autos into a sixfoot grave tho the universe is mausoleum big enough for anything.
(August 23 - September 22)
History will keep repeating itself forever like the woman in the image on the Dutch Cleaner box.
(September 23 - October 22)
Time to go home & cook supper & listen to the romantic war news on the radio.
(October 23 - November 21)
Speak to Mankind to say the great bell tolls a golden tone on iron balconies in every million universe.
(November 22 - December 21)
America’s spending money to overthrow the Man. Who are the rulers of the earth?
(December 22 - January 19)
It will come on the railroad, beneath the wheels, in drunken hate screaming thru the skinny machine gun.
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