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Saturday, July 28, 2018

Sam Shepard, If you were still around

If you were still around
I’d hold you
Shake you by the knees
Blow hot air in both ears
You, who could write like a Panther Cat
Whatever got into your veins
What kind of green blood
Swam you to your doom
If you were still around
I’d tear into your fear
Leave it hanging off you
In long streamers
Shreds of dread
I’d turn you
Facing the wind
Bend your spine on my knee
Chew the back of your head
Til you opened your mouth to this life

                                source unknown


Found today on G+ .
Read before.
Thinking of dead and living.
And feel more for an alive person-
alive meaning still incarnated. Touchable.
Vulnerable. 




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