Ode to Ralph L. Marvin
Tonight was rowdy, inside was calm
The winds hold steady
A festival in His palm
Looked at the bookstore
Some holy land for posing, aging, clinging intellectuals
Looking like fishermen
Their last disguise
Twenty-first century prophets hiding
Looking for some youthful eyes
They’ve got some last words from the wise
Looking to sink down and cry one last time
One more time, before the big ride.
Ren Michael 