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The Dreamer


Deep in the hidden valley where pink orchids
grow a Bob Dylan look alike sits on a boulder
and read a book about the Shoguns when not
strumming his battered guitar or fishing for eels,
which blood he uses to write songs that one day
will make him famous but only if he loses his
NYY cap. Orchids are no longer pink but dark
as dead eels’ ink he has no paper to write on his
guitar lacks strings sirens wails crack heads
scream here in this sink estate where life is cheap
and beauty is a name no one dares whisper.