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.
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Ode to Joe Cocker
Had she known from
the Beginning that
Life is like a
Turning and twisting
through the years of
Shedding its skin,
just as we all shed
Had she known
both Life and Serpent are
Had she known all this,
she would not have been consumed
or constricted by the coils of Life.
she would have
snatched the serpent firmly,
by the jaw –
twisted hard –
commenced skinning it with infinite care,
crafted a fine pair of
And then gone square-dancing in them.
In memoriam for Miranda 11/11/72 – 5/03/10.
May your next life find you unconstricted and kicking up your heels. ;)