Brandon Scott-Gorrell is a 26 year old author living in Seattle, WA. He has written a collection of poetry entitled during my nervous breakdown i want to have a biographer present, published by Muumuu House, as well as two upcoming novels. He has also been published widely on the Internet.
He blogs here.
I interviewed Brandon on August 28th, 2010 via Google Chat.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
this is the future, I slide my ID to enter my room
a Mexican girl is riding her bicycle on a treadmill
inside and watching the Miss Universe competition
in the future everyone is sweating nervously
primed to jump for a knock at the door
primed to hide the Mexican girl under the bed
and anxious for Miss Mexico to rule the Universe
a Mexican girl is riding her bicycle on a treadmill
inside and watching the Miss Universe competition
in the future everyone is sweating nervously
primed to jump for a knock at the door
primed to hide the Mexican girl under the bed
and anxious for Miss Mexico to rule the Universe
Sunday, August 22, 2010
ichthus
give her a fishbowl
and she'll spend the days
staring in a circle
teach her to fish
and she'll circle the drain
and she'll spend the days
staring in a circle
teach her to fish
and she'll circle the drain
on mosquitoes
if a wise tree throws
a mute rock at my dumb head
with no man around to hear
a sharp "fuck"
then on the newly red forehead beach
stretches out my only company,
equipped with straws, a buzz,
and a taste for me
a mute rock at my dumb head
with no man around to hear
a sharp "fuck"
then on the newly red forehead beach
stretches out my only company,
equipped with straws, a buzz,
and a taste for me
headsong
I've been leaving little trains
of thought all over my bedroom
my mother, father, and friends
unfurl endless reprimands
I'm going to clean it up,
I'm going to get to it, I swear
but I'm going to have the complete set
of unfinished business if I keep this up
My brain's undone and
my cake's half-baked
and I'll finish this in a bit
but I've got something
else to
undertake.
of thought all over my bedroom
my mother, father, and friends
unfurl endless reprimands
I'm going to clean it up,
I'm going to get to it, I swear
but I'm going to have the complete set
of unfinished business if I keep this up
My brain's undone and
my cake's half-baked
and I'll finish this in a bit
but I've got something
else to
undertake.
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