Brad Liening

There are lots of books
They’re very dense and hard to follow
Current events are insane and your phone is broken
You’ve got one plastic bottle of water
It’s the disposable kind and it’s an eighth full
Your red eyeballs are raw
Your dry lip is split
You’re late for work
You’re one wasteland over from the wasteland you’re supposed to be in
When the firstlings of spring arrive
With news of the latest mutations
A snake with wings is no longer technically a snake
Here your understanding comes to an end
But not everything needs a name
Your coffee is reheated day-old coffee
Your beard of bees is askew
It takes you years to puke