Two Poems

ACID FLASHBACK

Kids kicked rocks in potholes
Put everything on red
Lost it in Switzerland

Burnt out in the drive thru
This parking lot was my favorite
And I really love parking

Have to be emphatic
In the haze of destiny
The endgame was plural

Paucity and lapsed focus
The flowers and the flowers
The sunshine in the sunshine

Especially the sunshine at night
Institutionalized weed smoke
Epidemiologically garbage ideas

Drove humvees into the information
Watched the internal telecasts
Drank proverbial bong water

Projected onto walls of hearts
High octane anachronistic
Experiences and life events

Tickets at the meat counter

What the bad feeling meant
When the bad feeling meant
What the bad feeling meant

Grwm while the world ends
Shout out to the true souls
DJ at 5:30 Wednesdays 99.1

You know a small part of me
Never left the movie
And faded into light at the mall

PRECALC

Smoke cigarettes with me tonight
Stand in sunbeams with the gold
Like there will be no sun tomorrow
PS I don’t want to go through life
Handcuffed to some blasted notions
Feeling sad about the old light
Demons shut off after a minute
Screen’s never gonna load bro
Remembering has gotten so bad
I write the memories on my arm now
I’m unsure I can handle window
Please define “business”
I wanna hear that last song
I wanna hear you sing it

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Ian Fishman is a poet from Northampton, MA. He’s the author of CALM DOWN! (Factory Hollow Press) and Football Rockstar (illicit zines / blush). Recent writings can be found in Little Mirror and BOMB. He operates a poetry refrigerator named Press Brake.