Poem of the Day

Los Angeles
by Kamau Daáood

the angels here
have pigeons' wings
blue collars
washed in sweat
the common salt
in tears
tongues swirl
in a stew of cultures
singing asphalt songs
in the midst of seagulls
bebop atop
the San Andreas
a humble plate
of beings


I got my wish! two discs of season three, a truck load of cookies and the hours and hours of procrastination. how many papers are we up to that i need to write? oh, yeah, four. i should get on that.

in other news: "man down, man down!!" was recreated. shannah, keely and i had good times. spencer gave me THE BEST mac and cheese i've EVER eaten. it's almost time to go to texas. and prolly i'm gonna be up all night. damnit.