Sunday, September 27, 2020

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

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Blogger C. Sandlin said...

Wow. Loneliness and grief and anger--this is a poem that rages under the skin.

28 September, 2020 00:30  
Blogger indybev said...

The end of a relationship can be so damned painful. You've captured the angst very well.

28 September, 2020 03:13  
Blogger  said...

I love these:

“he sees colours
in shades of metal grey”

“the night is acrimonious“

28 September, 2020 04:19  
Blogger Rommy said...

I read somewhere that anger is sadness's body guard. That's what came to mind while reading this.

28 September, 2020 04:51  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Hmmm, a scary kind of love! (For all concerned. I suppose the deeply hidden roots of domestic violence must be fear.)

28 September, 2020 07:27  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Loneliness can become that gross. No one should be that sad but it happens to be a reality

Happy Sunday Cheong Lee san


28 September, 2020 11:58  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

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28 September, 2020 14:43  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


that's it, rages under the skin.


yes, it is very painful. :(

thank you! :)

28 September, 2020 14:48  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


It's true that sadness comes with some degree of anger.


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. :(


thank you.
reality can be harsh. :(

28 September, 2020 15:20  
Blogger Kim M. Russell said...

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’.

28 September, 2020 17:08  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Kim! :)

28 September, 2020 21:10  
Blogger Debi Swim said...

I agree with Kim. I love those lines.

28 September, 2020 21:59  
Blogger Priscilla King said...

Madness indeed.

28 September, 2020 22:57  
Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

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.

29 September, 2020 00:25  
Blogger Helen said...

Love the photo you chose and the emotion pouring from each line. Lots and lots of it.

29 September, 2020 02:06  
Anonymous Colleen Looseleaf said...

A sharp description and ending. The greasy tables stuck out for me.

29 September, 2020 11:23  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you! :)


grief can push someone over the edge.
Thanks for the visit! :)

29 September, 2020 19:26  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


I hope you had your coffee finally.


yes, i loved that photo too. 😎


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.

29 September, 2020 19:37  
Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Endings...They bring out everything raw in us, agony and anger are strong, dark twins.

29 September, 2020 22:57  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

that's true. the stronger the bond, the more raw the agony & anger.
Thank you, Susie.

29 September, 2020 23:51  

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