Finding the Bathroom

I am this. The sullen smog from Jimi’s rock and roll guitar. The faithful mist of a a royal prince. The reddened azure of water’s vapor. I am not a sissy pastel, nor the good-for-nothing child of black and white. My soul is the first breath of spring’s vibrant columbine. My heart is filled with the liquid of amethyst jewels. I embrace the grandiose swirls in the sky of a rising day. Never will I be boring khaki pants, norRead more

Jimi Sky

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky!” ~Jimi Hendrix~ This is not today Today is wet and gray This was yesterday A day to be outside, to play The sky was magnificent blue A slightly mystical hue The color rang true From this writer’s point of view The senses feel a high Something you cannot buy The bluest of blue’s dye This is Jimi’s sky.Read more