Three new poems for you from Travis Turner. He’s so gosh derned prolific! What a champ.
Here is a new poem about Halloween.
What is fear?
Quasi-frightening,
this feeding frenzy of
clamorous lightening purses.
Little gremlins groveling
with greater daemons cursing.
How False!
So cheap yet
So expensive.
All of us selfish little monsters.
That mask!
Those teeth!
This wig!
Free to sell grotesqueries,
that sullen a true lens.
Afraid of later,
Layer less days
when our costumes won’t fit.
I’ve already bought my face,
begged my parents.
Why aren’t we scared of it?
Now here is a poem partially composed by a robot controlled by people.
Most Common
How pregnant am I.
How popular is my name.
How people learn.
How people change.
How proper love’s done.
How pennies spin like tops.
How faded we’re worn.
How matriculation works.
How coffee favorite grinds.
How stifle guarded minds.
One I wrote today (perhaps you could suggest a title?)
Will we ever be happy again?
Only if the price is right.
Jealous sequestered jars,
where bubbling envy waits,
and Cools
under a breezy facade.
Life pays for vacant lots,
in what he says,
or what she jots.
Others ponder for fun,
and Money is a perk.
Downed horses get the gun.
Long live grinning, confident jerks
who’d run ten thousand marathons
just for a ribbon they didn’t want.
Only if the endorsements were good.
Better to be
Beautiful and hard-working
or ugly and talented?
You will be misunderstood.
A note from the author: “Any input would be greatly appreciated. I also finished my newest notebook. It only took me three months. The words come easy in the environment Hospice creates.”
