Friday, May 23, 2008
Ker-plunk
Friday, April 25, 2008
Motion Picture Soundtrack
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
what might i ask is the scientific purpose of this?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Stagnant
Treading water in an empty room,
And picking apart
The dust from the tiny collisions
Between this week and last.
Each investment tightly knit
With intentions to
Host formal conventions
Introducing me to myself
Because all night I’ve been fighting
The first things that come to mind
Pulses and bruises,
Whatever she chooses
Writes another song for a peeling wall.
And all day I’ve been trying
The first things I come to find
Footsteps and missteps
Modestly forget
What the hell has been going on.
Making familiarities with the melancholy
And prize-fighting thoughts
Assure nothing but a billboard
Aside a mingled highway.
So pull me out
And dust me off
Introduce me to myself.
Ripping pages from an old book
And finding that
Each page bleeds into the next
Cataloguing anything but movement
And anything but change
So open my eyes
And shake my hand
Introduce me to change.
Because all month I’ve been waiting
For the first light to catch my eye,
Insulin insulates,
But memory forsakes
Whatever high this ghost train might bring
And most of this year I’ve been thinking
Of used words to sell and find
A middleman to make sense
Of parables
And spiritual fills
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Have You Seen Me Lately?
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Stability
But all hipness aside, I'm still Grant, and I'm still trying to answer those inevitable (and to somewhat degree, deep) questions with answers we all play around with and mask as substantial. So as a budding New Year's promise to myself (I'm figuring if I start early I'll accept the fact that I'll never follow it. It's like beating the guilt-trip line on Black Friday), I'll only write what I define as substantial (or at least not oh-jeez-sally-that-was-SOOO-high-school-drama shit). And I'm feeling like that gives me a lot of latitude.
With that said, I'm emtpy on big words and my mind is mostly vacant of any mind-blowing philosophical thoughts of how I'm going to buy discounted pumpkin pie once I'm back in San Luis Obispo or why I always tend to wake up with the cow-lick from hell, or where exactly my flash drive full of architecture final projects has found itself (well, you get the idea, nothing deep). So I go. I promise writings, poetry, and convoluted thoughts in the near future.
Exit stage right. Errr. Left? Damn. I always fuck this up.
-Grant