In Memory of Marvin Kaye
By Jacob Rowan
Born through —
A rosebud portal of romance
A cold blue light to dance
A man who gave everyone in life a chance
MARVIN KAYE
Dear Marv,
Tis here your beloved final letter
Since now you’re staging a better weather
No need for your author pic sweater
While rising up on an angel’s feather
The Creator has unlocked your bodies fetter
Banished your pains and given you treasure
Now you’ve been released from Earth’s tether
I hope to all you are feeling better
With you gone, our eyes permanently wetter
Your writings we embrace for better measure
Miss her? Man go fucking get her
Here’s to you, her, and all, it’s been a
Pleasure
leasur
easu
asu
s
To Assasore
By Jacob Rowen
Dear Assasore,
Oh! Undo your tie, spend an evening in Theosolore,
Or the morning mystique smiling happy with Swedenborg.
Toss your newspaper, please tell me you will read no more.
I’ve found it is reason why your ass is sore —
No doubt you sitzfleisch-face of heart unsure.
The Creator allows us to fly through a-many door;
Through indiv relation and intuition let us mysfisoar.
Toss away your dull subfuse face and smile before,
A chilling experience in parapsycholore —
Beautifully, it may re-alearn beliefs of thy spirit’s core.
Have you ever had the mental of Pelaginsore?
Ah yes! Does not matter your belief in which that is for,
Defender of goodness, nice guy penned in a tough world.
According to Hoyle, the Bang is the one thing sure,
Yet to explain the beginning of The Creator, it is poor.
Lyceums to gather and creatively philosopher,
May be greater than the church of yesteryore —
Yes! Let us plant God’s beauty by the watershore,
Dechain our minds, let our hearts a-roar.
Hum Ming Bird
By Jacob Rowan
…That’s when I saw the hummingbird. Went right on through the picture and all – wings vibrating rapidly.
I thought it was an illusion. A trick of the eye.
Ixnay. That bird jumped from the frame and disappeared inside the world of meadows and daisies. A world I wish I was a part of.
The world has driven me mad. Accursed. Batty. They say I see things…nope…I can still see the hummingbird. Every time I look.
It has escaped my reach and achieved something I have not. But it never leaves me lonely. I hear it. Every time I look.
Dear Al
By Jacob Rowan
Dear Alcohol,
I don’t mind
the way you’ve made me feel
I don’t regret
the way you’ve made me reel
I thank you for being there
whilst loved ones
have gone elsewhere
I thank you for giving me
temporary relief
from temporary despair
I will not go to AA
and curse your name
For all who talk shit
I know in my heart you are sane
For who else is there for us
Created by the Creator for all
And will never give up on us
Forgiving everything and all
A Poem For My Son
By Jacob Rowan
I love you more than Jack Dempsey loved hitting
I love you more than Marciano loved winning
I love you more than anything it seems
I don’t know why I left my dreams
To a morbid life as sad as a tomb
To the empty cell of an empty room
I smile in sadness derangely deep
I can’t write anymore
And I’m too sad to sleep
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