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Thursday, September 8, 2022

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Inspired by
Dedicated to
A Tribute for

Jimi Hendrix
1976 st. Louis suburbs nights are long
Waltzing Mathilda
Chez chairs on the ceiling
Gravity Man
The coat hanger should be upside down
Distant train whistles
Like the howl of my plastic sky blue general electric childrens record player playing third stone from the sun Drop a dime an island
The orange of Axis Bold as love spiraled fractal dieties visage the face is the map the eyes are portals i was five years old barmaid watch the eats avoiding the assassins set upon the greyhound buses of the early 90s the iron lung was my asthma for the next 15 years until i started smoking it went away. I dont know how i was suddenly reading a tale of two cities when only a year before that i had been circling words like 'of' 'that' & 'and'. Drop the needle on Axis and the UFO comic came to life with LILI marlene was i really Monarch like our second cat was named monarch after Powder died monarch went missing after a blizzard. I loved cats but realized i was hellishly allergic to them after leaving home college at mizzou. Still i wouldnt pass up the antihistimines of my junior high days at parkway east allergy shot visits to the hospital twice a week basketball practice at st monica three times plus games my nickname was speed not for my my athletic ability more for the ventolin i would gasp at puffing in anxiety of lungs drowning low surface area areola. Mid 80's were terrible all i longed for was the psychedelic remote view of the late sixties my little blue clamshell record player and the histronics of Hendrix cosmic vision would grant me. Page 26 of the Ticket that Exploded. William S Burroughs was indeed the kind doctor who pulled the plug on the iron lung in that july 76 hyperlucid clicked out dream. I am there now as i write this. Brilliant The chez coffee house a basement of church in columbia missouri. the first time i heard Nine Inch Nails was the summer of 1990 in the Chez parking lot. Malcolm Mooney and the wire wicker chairs on the ceiling time to play the leadbelly record again. Froggy and toady carried off tangerine seeds the origin of hip hop heebie jeebies to little star of bethlehem. It continues to unfold and reveal like the words the devil said to jesus in the bleakest point in the desert why was vincent van gogh listening in the crows cackling until he pulled the trigger yet how awful that it didnt kill him outright but hours later waY spelled backwards in the odd windows of the jetplay read Yaw Yaw waY. The pale king by david foster wallace the last tetragramaton. I worry about jesus. He too committed suicide.