Jimi Kiss the Sky

“I am electric religion” — Jimi Hendrix

A tall glass of ice
purple infused essence
a hotel room where the windows
are painted with street riots
you collapsed worlds
spraying them with
day glo on sonic walls
It hurt to look away from you

You grew the blues up more
sexy, ugly, wild and beautiful
than your time could hold
leaving a mark
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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