without you
Love can have a leaf of madness.
photo by andrewhaimerl at pixabay
the garish fluorescence
screaming in bursts of neon
offers no comfort to
he sees colours
in shades of metal grey
he was just looking for
food to calm his hunger
maybe a beer
and then move on.
the night is acrimonious
angry, the tables greasy
who can dine on such
a patchwork of spilt coffee
dried gravy, cigarette scarred tops
the chatter of the diners
becomes a taunt.
if you will just so look
me in the eyes
i would stick this bayonet
in your innards
it was that angry
without you.
Feb 1994
********
Dire Straits - On Every Street
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
the garish fluorescence
screaming in bursts of neon
offers no comfort to
he sees colours
in shades of metal grey
he was just looking for
food to calm his hunger
maybe a beer
and then move on.
the night is acrimonious
angry, the tables greasy
who can dine on such
a patchwork of spilt coffee
dried gravy, cigarette scarred tops
the chatter of the diners
becomes a taunt.
if you will just so look
me in the eyes
i would stick this bayonet
in your innards
it was that angry
without you.
Feb 1994
********
Dire Straits - On Every Street
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
posted by dsnake1 at 11:31 PM
20 Comments:
Wow. Loneliness and grief and anger--this is a poem that rages under the skin.
The end of a relationship can be so damned painful. You've captured the angst very well.
I love these:
“he sees colours
in shades of metal grey”
“the night is acrimonious“
I read somewhere that anger is sadness's body guard. That's what came to mind while reading this.
Hmmm, a scary kind of love! (For all concerned. I suppose the deeply hidden roots of domestic violence must be fear.)
Loneliness can become that gross. No one should be that sad but it happens to be a reality
Happy Sunday Cheong Lee san
Much💓love
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Chrissa,
that's it, rages under the skin.
Beverly,
yes, it is very painful. :(
✿
thank you! :)
Rommy,
It's true that sadness comes with some degree of anger.
Rosemary,
In a way, it is scary. the narrator is like the Riggs character in the Leathal Weapon film, when he turns so suicidal when he lost his wife. :(
Gillena,
thank you.
reality can be harsh. :(
Great use of colour and I love the lines:
‘the night is acrimonious
angry, the tables greasy
who can dine on such
a patchwork of spilt coffee
dried gravy, cigarette scarred tops’.
Thank you, Kim! :)
I agree with Kim. I love those lines.
Madness indeed.
Such vivid imagery! I was about to take a coffee break, but I don't think I can do it after reading the fifth stanza. My stomach might not be able to handle it.
Love the photo you chose and the emotion pouring from each line. Lots and lots of it.
A sharp description and ending. The greasy tables stuck out for me.
Debi,
Thank you! :)
Priscilla,
grief can push someone over the edge.
Thanks for the visit! :)
Magaly,
😁
I hope you had your coffee finally.
Helen,
yes, i loved that photo too. 😎
Colleen,
one common feature about dining at the hawker centres, food courts and coffee shops over here are the many greasy tables. perhaps it's the overworked cleaners, or the sheer volume of people dining at these affordable places.
Endings...They bring out everything raw in us, agony and anger are strong, dark twins.
that's true. the stronger the bond, the more raw the agony & anger.
Thank you, Susie.
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