Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness
I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks
JANUARY,
The first month of the year,
A perfect time to start all over again,
Changing energies and deserting old moods,
New beginnings, new attitudes
December is letting go,
Of all the past year's fails,
And starting anew in January,
As time again chases its tail.
. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth
Dickensian poverty tends to occur after Christmas in January. For it is then, with pockets empty, diary decimated and larder bare, that the general populace sinks into a collective pauper's hibernation until Valentine's Day
Find salvation after Christmas?
So save up your kisses,
Dampen down your ardour,
And maybe we can smooch,
In January's restocked larder
