Goodbye, you wicked camel-
you don’t need me.
I’ll be in the corner hiding
from the eyes of my common sense.
I’ll make it, so don’t fret-
you don’t need to worry at all.
Leave that expensive task
to me.
Sweating, grunting, heaving balls-
you can find me there.
These are the things I’ll do
when we part.
I’ll often search for you
in the deep angled spaces,
forgetting that you’re gone.
doing the art the realest way.