Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Hendrix - Poem by Leslie Philibert

His Strat howls like a sick dog, his soul in flames,
his wah-wah mocks the warm night, ghosts dance over
the darkening fields; octaves flood the sea of strings -
healing and bringing together, a sea without water,
He will not be found again.
Peace, peace, he is not dead, he hath awakened to the
last major seventh, too cool to live forever.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 3, 2012



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