Hendrix

Hendrix long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

Headphones bleed
From the chords I believe
Were struck by the master…
The master of hands…
Of ”Ladyland”, electric
A vinyl worth the weight
Of three bricks of gold
For its’ platinum sold, and-
I could never trade that thrill
That marrow bristling chill
For a sack of dollar bills
On e-bay’s net exchange
For I may be old and strange
But am not that far deranged
And, ahhhh…the jagged mid-range tone
Sweet and smooth like sculpted stone
Before the days of cellular phones
When Jimi blew my Fosgate cones-
In acoustical bliss
With a mind-chasing hiss
Like a Boa or Cobra
In peak tone and pitch
And the demon of demons
With his tie-dye bandana
Toothpick, his stage manna
‘Sweet Decibel Demon’
Twang-god for all seasons
Of titanium tweeter domes
Disturbed watts and ohms

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Mario Vitale

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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