(Scribbles)
If you want to paint a picture,
it’s not that hard.
You’ll scribble two lines for water,
and within them, stash the rising filth.
Then tilt a palm tree… its fronds drooping,
as if it’s wrestling
with a gust of wind.
On the other side,
smaller houses in the distance
concealing… mountains,
and a camp,
and above the camp, a cloud,
and a few planes,
of the F-16 type.
You can, dipping your brush
in the dark color,
throw onto the ground… one casualty, two,
or as many as you can.
You can create a few barriers,
as if a city is besieged.
Go back to the side you imagine in front of you,
and fly into the tied-winged pigeon of the staircase
on the waist of the naked girl
who’s making porn on the satellite channel.
Don’t you dare change the channel,
because in a little while,
they’ll show American soldiers
handing out candy
to the children of Basra.
