Work by Gregory Sherl

  1. 11:20 AM (Brunch)

    Posted in Poetry, November 2009

    I am a strip mall. It’s rain­ing. My strip mall has a court­yard. Come play in my wet court­yard. Hold hands in my wet court­yard. It takes two (baby) in my wet court­yard. I pre­fer pizza in the morning—cold, greasy, coagulated—call me & we’ll get brunch in my wet court­yard. I am a morn­ing that [...]

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  2. 11:50 PM (Tylenol PM)

    Posted in Poetry, November 2009

    I can spell cumu­lonim­bus I can spell mel­liflu­ous & gen­tly crav­ing touch. I can spell did­dle daw­dle & ori­fice & ori­fices is the plural of ori­fice & I have a few. I can spell I won the spelling bee the sixth grade spelling bee at my pri­vate school. I spelled a word I don’t know [...]

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  3. 1:57 PM (Smoke Break)

    Posted in Poetry, November 2009

    After I eat sushi I don’t want to eat sushi any­more. I am bruised on the inside. I have torn every mus­cle that ever existed. I am a clump of Play-Doh. I am an all-beef patty cov­ered in spe­cial sauce. I am drown­ing in spe­cial sauce. I have drowned in spe­cial sauce. I am stuck [...]

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