Hendrix Smiles Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Drones of the rising sun
Stones made of kingdoms gone
Will you open doors of love
The sea has called me beneath
Blessed and yet wanting earth
Madness has devoured the coast
I run into the arms of music

Shrill eyes have arrived
Fortress made of ancient beads
Red and purple mountains
Waves of middle C escape
These wings on a fender amp
Wake the dreams once again
Hear the muse walking free

New Strings on my guitar
Like Mozart's young hands
Gentle islands of stop the war
Tides of warm major sevenths
Awful creatures feed
The blues capture the leader
My hair is full of jazz

Hendrix smiles like a peace sign