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…
Lines from A Madman’s Diary by Dennis Gilliam
