Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

The Drunk Poem

I am the drunk poem without rhymes

the bartender asks how I am still surviving
I tell him that I never listen to my heart
but I hear to the voice of my loneliness

I talk less about my miserable life
but when I am drunk, I colour the darkness
and ignore the clouds of my journey
I lie to death when I ask for another chance

The musician plays with a passion
the singer sings with a fine pleasure
the poet writes with crying eyes, and with
a spirit dancing between the lines of the drunk poem

Love will be always arising in my head
if a woman comes to my soundless attention
I will be happy for a temporary moment
I will fly her to my fantasies above the island of peace