birthday blues and Langston Hughes
>> tomorrow is my some-teenth birphday, ladies an' germs! my plans for this weekend? hide from parents. i made cupcakes with seafoam green frosting. it's mah favorite colour lately. one year older, one year wiser, 365 days closer to dying. fa-la-la-la-fuck.
{fun fact: the only day i hate more than my birthday is christmas}
in other, less nihilistic news, i'm working on a poem about my favorite poets for The Phoenix (school literary magazine of which i am editor in chief). so far i only have two stanzas or something:
of Langston
perennial renaissance man
who catches all the blooming bits of Harlem
and palms them
flickering
and holds their cloistered colours up to see
of Robert
who often stops by on snowy evenings
takes a spot of coffee
and tells me about his travels
the long careening descent
into Nowhere
{fun fact: the only day i hate more than my birthday is christmas}
in other, less nihilistic news, i'm working on a poem about my favorite poets for The Phoenix (school literary magazine of which i am editor in chief). so far i only have two stanzas or something:
of Langston
perennial renaissance man
who catches all the blooming bits of Harlem
and palms them
flickering
and holds their cloistered colours up to see
of Robert
who often stops by on snowy evenings
takes a spot of coffee
and tells me about his travels
the long careening descent
into Nowhere