The camel’s back in concave
under the gold-straw mountain
the colour of a fool glistening
and reflecting in a drizzle pool
It’s a self-pity depression episode
that attempted to be a comic verse
but ended up as this
not for the first time in this life
I’m at the bottom
staring up the well walls at a
giant set of broken camel balls
smile kid – it’s only temporary in your mind
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