Prose for Jimi

God bless you Hendrix.  
Are you live, or are you Memorex?  

Your oozing twang-jive that you bled back then
is a whole-blood transfusion for my head.

Electric riffs rip my seams. 
My skull peels apart, banana splits for the brain. 

I’m stripped by your soul. 
I listen naked to your howling legend.

I howl too. 
You get me Jimi. 

From jagged fang to soft underbelly,
My parts are just as feral as yours.

______________________________________

You might also like:

Ode to Joe Cocker