Suddenly, he appeared from my ceiling,The turbaned Arab smoking a hookah,Sitting on his own cloud of smokeLike a djinn.Al-Qaeda decapitated him he said.The gnome at noonday laughsAnd tells me it’s only a hallucination.The Arab blows out smoke ringsCircling his head.He asked me for riyals to buy him some whiskey.He was already drinking whiskey from his…

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