by Dan McLeod

Let’s talk about sex, Iraqi

let’s talk about U.N. me

’91 and infidelity

‘93 to infinity

no carpet for Aladdin when Uncle rolled in

not even a body bag

just a swift execution against a wall

 

in some bombed-out urban sprawl

Jasmine

gutted and fucked, under a drone-strike sun

the Sultan?

Oman, no time for that

those tales should be told in Den Haag

 

so while the daisies cut

and scuds scuttled

I went AWOL

jumped fences to see

Afghans a-poppin’ and fields a-smokin’

getting sucked deep into the Genie’s lamp

with opium-stroked glands