jamming with jimi by R.D. McManes

jimi said in a haze
purple always was my color
but i like it before she fades
and then he smiles
only to vanish
in another blind line
straight into a maze

but in the eyed mind
there is more
to see or believe
nobody tongues a guitar
or fingers flatten frets
belts out a tune
like jimi did

his lips pursed
around the sky
the silver moon falls
in the morning
the little rooster crows red
cause he can’t do purple
not like jimi did

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