Keif.

Retching in the salty Arabic waters
of keif smoke-
Aladdin winks and steals away.

A collective of animals parades the lonely streets
of my dream-
The misty cobblestone shining with screams
of rain and belittlement.

If ever the genie lends a hand, always that
price of confinement.

Rubbing Goliath's shoulders-
chamomile on the way-
We can cry together;
grieve.

Aladdin always shares his pipe.