Sunday, February 05, 2017

beyond reason

“I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?”

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

digital montage by dsnake1

beyond reason

damnit we did chop down a tree to get at its fruits

the other day i swing a sledgehammer to crush a fly
do you have to drop that bomb on hiroshima?
do you need a blowtorch to melt that snowflake?

the succubus dances and flirts in the neon night
meth peddlers holler your name in dim alleys
we are snakes, coiled and uncoiled, wary

but we were younger then, we live on air alone
the night is our lover and wears a cheap perfume
who are afraid of snakes in the weeds?

the pen looks at me, gives a finger and goes back to sleep
it does not want to speak of battles and love
we just like to do things this way, lots of drama


in the dark room 3 a.m. i wish for the rain to come
but instead it is a police cruiser, silent, no sirens
the blue red of its strobes flutter on the panes

damnit, do you need to call the cops because you can't sleep?

written    : 15/07/2014
extended : 19/12/2016

Yes, I am really not myself. You see, my desktop PC decided to quit on Chinese New Year's eve, and with it went a chunk of my poems and scans and photos. Arrg! what an idiot not to backup all the stuff. And man, it is the Lunar New Year, and that means a couple of weeks of spring cleaning, heavy spending , inadequate sleep and binge drinking.
Normally, I will write something nice for the new year. But, well. I am posting from a borrowed MacBook, so yeah, please bear with me. ☢

You will wonder did I make all that fire just to kill a snake?


from “Bombyonder” by Reb Livingston

This poem was inspired by the above lines from the Bibliomancy Oracle and the current crazy state of wold affairs. It can work in mind-altering ways.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2017

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Blogger Truedessa said...

beyond reason, I guess life has a way of sending us twists in the journey. I had to laugh at the pen giving the finger (hope you gave it back). Sorry, about your computer woes, that happened to me a few years ago.

06 February, 2017 00:03  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Yikes!! I am so sorry to hear about your PC.. this happened to me once so I can completely understand how you must be feeling right now..hang in there.. You' ll get through this ❤️

Lots of love,

06 February, 2017 00:33  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is terrible , losing some of your writing. I am so sorry. I love your metaphors....sort of what is happening with Herr trump these days. Argh.

06 February, 2017 01:04  
Blogger C.C. said...

I like the question about the blowtorch and the snowflake....a profoundly compelling thing to consider in these times when things are so often on exaggerated response and melodramatic overkill. Sorry about your's an awful feeling to lose things that were not backed up!

06 February, 2017 04:58  
Blogger Mary said...

This makes me think of / and question the choices we make and the way we live life! Love the way you word things, construct your poems, make us think.

06 February, 2017 07:05  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I adore your insane poem! Sorry about the computer, though, and the sleeplessness, and also the state of the world.

06 February, 2017 15:12  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


i guess life has a habit of biting back. these were recollections of some of the crazy things in my life (not the Hiroshima one, of course). we did chop down a rambutan tree for its fruits. :)

the computer crash was bad and came at the wrong time.


thanks for the encouragement! The PC breakdown was bad and i need to figure out what to do next when the new one arrives.


it is a disaster! hope i can recall back some of the poems that were lost.

haha, i can see the connection with herr trump, but i wrote most of it before the elections.


yes, what i wrote here is probably a bit exaggerated, but it is a metaphor of today’s over-the-top and surreal worldly affairs.

i hope to get a new pc soon, as i am more comfortable with a desktop. :)


thank you! glad to know that this poem can make the reader ponder.

i hesitate from posting this poem earlier, as i thought it was quite dark, or talking about an alternative lifestyle. but i guess a poet shouldn’t worry about this… :)


insane it is! :D

06 February, 2017 20:08  

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