3 Poems by Ian Fishman & Timothy Michalik
Till I Drink Milwaukee Dry
Centuries pass but I’m in heaven.
My beer never ends.
Pauline drinks without me on a planet close but.
When sunglasses were invented I was king.
Dogs brought gifts of sticks to me.
Now I’m 10,000.
It’s mostly air where I am.
Pauline I love those sticks.
I need those sticks.
Crown
If his lady blinded him
I would too.
Clouds snail through my air.
My toes dig your shoes.
Nice work.
I crown myself twice.
I love air when it’s not air.
Now his lady invades the line to my crown.
It is painful to watch.
At home I love couch.
At work I love chair.
Don’t Go to That
It’s almost time.
I can’t go yet.
You should believe this.
My door won’t close.
I’m sailing away.
Can you go now.
My voice is hiding.
Behind my mouth.
Can you close my door?
It’s open.
A note about the collaboration:
So we were in love with the chase. Every single word was like ding-dong-ditch. Each poem we wrote we wrote by alternating words. We were tired of getting stuck behind a tractor. It went accordingly.
Ian Fishman was born in Holyoke, MA. He loves you.
Timothy Michalik was born in Michigan.
So we were in love with the chase. Every single word was like ding-dong-ditch. Each poem we wrote we wrote by alternating words. We were tired of getting stuck behind a tractor. It went accordingly.
Ian Fishman was born in Holyoke, MA. He loves you.
Timothy Michalik was born in Michigan.