Beach bum spikes
With ocean blue eyes
Peddling charm and orchids
Down the aisles
Of liquor and garland art
And tales taller than the peeling ceilings
With the character of a comfy thrift store sofa
Selling ocarinas door to door
With a suave wink
Traveling the wrong way on an icy road
To the land of myrrh and
Cairo nights
That intrigue the
Piquing curiosity
Of a docile cynic
Donning crystals of doubt and hope.
Both gambling everything,
Both winning the prize.
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