Ode to Jimi Hendrix

Lightning
Liquid
And
Laughter.

Electricity
Only accentuated
Eccentricity,
It was all he had to do
To plug his brain
Into an amplifier
And let fall his liquid soul
Dripping from his
Octopus’s fingers,
Laughing that electric
Liquid laughter
So comical because
What he was doing
Was opening the sky
And letting his listeners
Glimpse the secret purple
Heart of the muse.

It wasn’t the LSD,
That liquid inspiration,
That only dissolved
The barriers of reason
That he kissed good-bye.
What was it he had,
What possessed the man
Like the devil had gotten into
His hands and was dying
To live upon the air?

What would you do
If you had the most beautiful
Woman
In your hands,
She who would do
Whatever you asked….

Music was not an art form
But love itself.
Six chakras strung upon a guitar,
He was the seventh, lining them up,
Dressed in flames,
Burning down the church
And making an altar
Out of the bed where he
Performed the divine sex act,
While he kissed the sky
And left a hurricane
Echoing in his wake.