Jimi Kiss the Sky

“I am electric religion” — Jimi Hendrix

A tall glass of ice
and purple infused essence,
a hotel room where the windows
showed the street riots
remixed with the flowers,
collapsing worlds and spraying them
day glo on sonic walls,
it hurt to look away from you.

You grew the blues up more crazy loud,
sexy, ugly, wild and beautiful
than your time could hold,
always leaving a mark,
always leaving more for us
than we thought
we could handle.

Van Gogh of street sounds,
Blake with a Stratocaster,
Jimi we hardly knew you.

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