Today was a day of mammoth contrasts
when the good met the bad and then the ugly
and I found myself struggling to claw my way out of
a cylindrical hole
my feelings had pushed me into.
I think I broke part of my brain because this oxymoron was so loud
and moronic, true to its name
I think the bits of flesh couldn’t handle two juxtaposed giants
vying for my attention
I’d like to think they had equal chances but it’s clear the bad had the upper hand
the smirking winner
the bad took control and the good lay flaccid and dull
under a dreary spotlight
incredible praise met with steamrolling terror
that glides over you like you’re a wannabe pancake
making mince meat or mashed potato out of my head
an unbelievable contrast that collided against my skull
and I haven’t been able to think straight since.
talking to my pillow. 