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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