9.9 Ivan Pagonov’s Last Alibi Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis
9.9 Ivan Pagonov’s Last Alibi
All lies reserved, the pain stored
in a heart that served, but beats no more.
The pendulum of sound, forgets you, Ivan,
for loving you is wrong.
Wrong if I, be, cursed.
Right if I, blessed be.
For in future lies the form
demanding with love be dressed.
I wear that green cloth
when you don’t, I guess.
Rightly guessed, your alibi has been checked.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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