the smell of camels

the smell of camels

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

he smells like foster's and cheap cigarettes but he doesn't seem to mind as
they surround him like a thick jacket on a june afternoon and
he laughs but it sounds like a moan, or maybe it's the smoke in his throat
catching his voice choking his voice choking his voice
he sounds for a minute like an actor, somebody you'd want to be
a smirking debonair someone
he thinks about this as he pulls up a chair and lights another camel
and chuckles again at the irony of it all and
this time it's sad and slow but no one has time to think about it because
he's ordering drinks for everyone at the table, he's shouting
bulleit for you a vodka tonic for me make that two you look like a maker's man
get that man a maker's
and now everyone's laughing
and the camel dies and he scatters its remains on the table,
reminds himself to clean it up later but he probably won't
and when the conversation fades everyone looks at him and
he swallows the last of his vodka tonic, they used too much ice, they always do
and when he speaks it's to say his goodbyes
he shakes hands shakes hands shakes hands
and the conversation stays gone and everyone just looks at each other
and they agree to call it a night, we'll continue this story next time, ha ha
and
they follow the smell of camels home.


© 2016 Daniel Atkinson



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Added on November 8, 2016
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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

Atlanta, GA



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