Artan Gjyzel Hasani


The Alibis - Poem by Artan Gjyzel Hasani

the mountain is the highlander's alibi when he pretends to be strong

the rain - the alibi of the soil when it turns into muddy dirt

the bedroom is the alibi of those who play the spouses

this shitty world- my alibi of being shit



the frost is the alibi of the flower that never knew how to bloom

the fall-the alibi of leaves that were born withered

the sperm is the masculine alibi of being a man

the tears - the alibi of the shriveled cheeks



the wind is the alibi of the clouds that never know where to go

Ithaca - the alibi of never reaching the land

Edgar Poe is the alibi of the raven above his chamber door

and you - my alibi of being a poet



you - my alibi when I touch the seventh sky...

again my alibi when in the hellish fire...

I - the alibi of your escape from the old flame

and again it's me your alibi when you leave me for another



the golden cage is the alibi of the migratory birds

the new love - the cheater's alibi

the sleep is the alibi of the dreamer

and I - the alibi of being me…





©Artan Gjyzel Hasani


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 27, 2012


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