Here at 3 AM ----- poem by Koon Woon

Here at 3 AM

Here at 3 AM with the window open

I stared out at the alley

of the Junction of the city

A breeze is blowing, with a tune,

through the alley

of discarded restaurant products

and domestic garbage of the condo owners

 

I think, today later I will be talking with the oncologist

He will tell me a chrysanthemum has bloomed

in my pancreas and that I better feed it sugar water

and caress its tail as if I am stroking my liver

were that possible to

rent it out monthly

or by the day…

 

Takers will outnumber passengers three-to-one

as the sub sandwich shop went underwater

with propellers that

rock the ferries on the sound like rubber ducks

in the child’s bathtub

 

Here at 3 AM I review my life

its most significant and the least probable

whereas the felon was given nine years

my watermelon only lasted 3 days

whatever the submarine can do

so can the whale

and it was a great splash

and all the celebs came out of their skins

 

Here at 3 AM I am cooking rice

and stir-fried vegetables as if one cannot

wake up from the Matrix

but then I think of turquoise

its robin egg blue

the veins that spread through the potato leaf

the song of the hour

evaporates like sewer stench of a love gone wrong.

 

Koon Woon, May 26, 2026