NOWHERE TO RUN
There’s nowhere
to run in marriageWorking and paying everyday
for wanting her,But if you’d leap,
like Screamin’ Jay Hawkins,Past the shadow curved around her,
into whatever’s left in your coffin,You could rip free
from her wine sackYour Noah, your Pip,
your keel, your breaker,And sail with them
into the raging wave to come.Ken Warren (1953-2015)
h/t Joe Napora, who posted this on
honoringkenwarren
Life is for
the living,
death is for
us all.
(Abdullah Ibrahim)