3 PoemsMike Andrelczyk
Hockey
I am watching the Los Angeles Kings hockey team play hockey against the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team but the players all look like Martin Scorsese’s eyebrows. I have been drinking champagne and changing the time on all the clocks to different times and I don’t know what the actual right time is anymore. It’s overtime.
Joel Embiid
“Death” is synonymous with “sky” in more than 3,050 languages
Probably
Try to relax your shoulders
Drink the last of the water
Try to drown
Out the half dozen people speaking at 150 x speed
It should be easy
As easy as
Walking through the glass window
Wanting to start over as the wind chimes ring tropically
I am imagining rebounding thousands of basketballs
And passing them to thousands of invisible teammates
I am voted MVP / hoisted up etc.
But I turn it down
I become a monk of my own religion
I float up to my heaven
Swish (All Net)
last second full-court heave
as a final act of life
swishing it
forcing life into overtime
getting blown out in ot