Poem 121: I Stand Alone Poem by Samer Madbak

I stand alone
Despite the gentle eyes
This playful policy
And my ambrosial tone
Here is my rancid place
My fallacy
The body I disown
My clever face
This is the core of lies
Despite the prudent beat
The perfect fit
I am what I am not
The flutter of conceit
A warp of wit
I am the vagrant shot
The pennant of defeat…
I stand apart
Despite the lettered smile
My sober deeds
Here is my roguish heart
My prosy creeds
And these my fancies infantile
I am what I undo
What I repeal
These eyes beclouded
Marbled
Garbled
Like a faulty prism
And these sentiments unreal
These words untrue
I am what I un-feel
A dying figure, shrouded
In autism
Drowned in space
A pile of slew
A bodyful of gashes
Oh! I am my ashes
Urned in grace
In godly rue.


Beirut
February 8th 1997