Author’s note: (This poem is true. Nothing in it is falsified or purposely omitted, even to
protect the guilty. Written one day that I had to take a z pak and some crazy cough
Here I sit, sick in bed,
With Jimi Hendrix swirling in my head.
Such anarchistic style,
Topped off with a fetching smile.
Talent beyond the norm,
But his life turned into the Perfect Storm.