just finished another quarter... actually still got a few papers but i'm good.

a couple weeks ago i went to Holly Cross Cemetery with one of my classes. i was a little skeptical about the visit, but ended up writing my first poem in as long as i can remember while walking in between graves:

I want my casket to have built-in speakers that only play 2pac
I want it to be placed in the ground standing up
Just in case there is a hell I want the bottom reinforced and insolated
I want a see through glass pipe to penetrating the casket and going through my heart... a pipe large enough for groundhogs to run through, so they can see what a real man is made of

I want a circular headstone on the top of a hill that is six meters in diameter.
In its center I want my name, and right under my name in gold letters I want my epitaph to say “the center of attention”

Instead of a seal of a cross I want a nike sign behind a black fist
If I have to have a statue I want it to be of a bic pen bleeding red ink onto my headstone and in the grass

During my service, instead of flowers I want a bucket of sidewalk chalk. Now that I’m dead let the people talk
And let my son have the last word... I don’t care whether he chooses to honor or dishonor me as long as somewhere in his words he includes “father”

Scratch that. I change my mind...

I want my casket to be placed on the roof of the mausoleum. I want to be at its highest point so I'll be the first to go wen the lord returns.
And I want my casket to have built in windpipes so until that day comes I can breath in spirit
And I want the top of my casket to be transparent so not only will I be the first go but I’ll see the him coming