BRAD LIENING

Your good time is already ruined
By global economics you don’t understand
Whatever chemicals tumbling forever through your bloodstream
Trash blowing across the tarmac
Then the beaches
Then directly into your face
People everywhere not like rats lice or other vermin
Just people in flip-flops and t-shirts
Suggesting they love America and death
Without really knowing
What either of those things could possibly be
The sun doesn’t set so much as disappear
A book not read so much as redacted

Brad Liening is a poet living in Minneapolis, MN, and at bradliening.blogspot.com.