Everyday Poem by Armando Gomes

I didn’t feel so bad til the sun came up
The light shines on vice and ignorance
a hallucination cast, self-inflicted bad luck
eyes pulsed, mind racing, back tense

empty space with white walls and narrow halls
the stench of simplicity burns rank
Idiocy has large bills from collect calls
half-wits smiling, gods’ cruelest prank

Speaking Chinese to Vikings
lost in translation with no correlation
anti-enlightening garrote me, the noose tightening
clinch mediocrity with no resignation

Gamma rays flexing their heat
3 o clock happy hour, oh! what a treat
Awake in the literal sense dead by any parable
half way through my lurid fable

Bob Dylan or Dylan Thomas, aliens in the dark
All my words come back to me in shades of futility
Intellect crying, infants lost in the park
Days puts their sprain while keeping civility

twilight commences, obscurity creeps
clouding, numbing, a morphine drip of acceptance
they bustle about, lame take leaps
the challenge expires, now making penance

settee black, hiding their stains
sinking in, embracing the grime
warp into games, the tied rope remains
don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time

Night declares its’ intentions, the pickings get slimmer
existing dead have now retired to bed
in such a jumbled sport there is seldom a winner
malicious spiders bite the back of my head

so many questions, very few answers
cranium on overdrive, buzzing like a hive
suicide by thinking, thoughts are terminal cancers
im on overtime, they work nine to five

a legend devoid of triumph, a martyr without foundation
apparitions of credit, delusions of grandiosity
pompous psyche fueling the lie, continuous confrontation
brilliance and lunacy voting in equal democracy