A Poem By Gregory Sherl

by Mark Bibbins, Editor

Quit the Breaks

People are dying faster than even dentists are dying than even
octopuses are dying than even elephants are dying
What worries me is everything Flawed masculinity
My outlook in bushes
a wedding band the color of the moon
breath mints between hips
never touching feral
The streets are crooked & that’s why everyone falls down
I love you What I remember more people shot
than a lane of bowling pins the drench of heat
picture frames of basements There are ghouls
inside me
clenched fists
 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! < — I am that When did you get into my eyelids? I am into that These are provisional the thread count on bed sheets the tightness inside I don’t respect the hunger around me the bluebird I can’t fit into my chest.
Gregory Sherl’s got a lot of new poems in a book called Monogamy Songs.

You will find more poems here. You may contact the editor at [email protected].