Industrial Me

Industrial Me

…My mind is a LEGO brick
…without the rest of the set,
…and my patent
…………has expired.

…Who will welcome me
…in the toy-bin
………………afterlife?

…I was built to echo.

…The smokestack, smoke
…rises higher,
……………higher,

……higher.

Scrambler Feature

Poem “bar scene” featured in today’s Scrambler e-zine.

Here’s the perma-link: http://thescrambler.com/eng/issues/issue-50-october-2011/garrett-traylor-poetry/

Xerox Candy Bar

Xerox Candy Bar
by Richard Brautigan

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.

a discordian haiku sincerely

(for proselytizing my friend brianna)

it’s okay to be contradictory / it means
your learning or forgetting is mutual /
with the world’s

Tesseract

Poetry is willing /
the world to speak / with softer tongues
at right / angles
to the vernacular /

is being / a shadow’s shade
and a prism’s prison.

Remember the 76

In memory of the recent tragedy, an insubstantial poem:

Norway remember Ibsen,
Not the wayward christian
Who gunned your nation’s young:

“To bleed, in our great common cause, for others”
And not to close your doors, and to keep the world
In your embraces.

Remember your roses that grow
Long since when we today have lain
In our common earth. We share
This one and common earth.

Quantum Poetry Magazine

Featured poem “A Meditation on Seeds” today on the Quantum Poetry Magazine e-zine. Apples are weird.

Check it out here.

Midwest Literary Magazine

Featured poem “Bird Blind” in the  July edition of the Midwest Literary Magazine. It’s a piece I wrote as a meditation around what gets people up in the morning.

Check it out here.

A Planet Struggles to Feed the New York Times

From a collection of recent experimentation with newspaper black-out poetry.

Spreading offered human destiny, a desert
Deliberately parched and nearly
Dead. Seed should have practiced
Fingers, empty husks going to feed
The people in spite of drought.
“This is beautiful!” rustled the wind,
A hope for the system that feeds
The vulnerable harvest, flailing.
Driven by increase, the four
Most human horsemen demand
Hunger in scores, amid riots, played
In the latest scientific change.
The failed harvests of consequence,
Of waves, believe those events were human.
Temperatures are rising,
Predicted. Continued
After decades of hungry prices.
Estimated: worldwide.

Upcoming Chapbook

Hello.  It sure has been a while since I’ve posted on the regular.  This is mostly due to a lack of adventures on my part, though I did manage a nice preview of the Indianapolis Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library on New Year’s Eve Day.  That was pretty nifty.  Poo-tee-weet.

Now, despite a lack of posts, I have remained busy.  Mostly with applications to MFA programs and with contest submissions.  ‘Tis the season to keep busy.  What I’ve really needed, however, was a project.  And so I’m going to print a chapbook.  But I don’t just want to print my poetry.  I want some of yours.  Friends, feel free to e-mail me with poetry, flash fiction or illustration you would like to see in print.  I’ll give it a review and, if I like it, print it.  It’s a vague project right now, but, depending on the feedback, we’ll see what becomes of it.  I may turn into a rogue publisher and vagabond the country selling prints of my own evolving work off a master flash drive.  This may even take place months from now, but the project begins now.  So submit.  I think my e-mail’s on here somewhere.

garrett(dot)traylor(at)gmail(dot)com

I wonder if spiders are getting savvy to the parenthetical addresses.  Guess we’ll see if I get an influx of spam.