jimi

and jimi hendrix washed his hair
with Johnson's Baby Shampoo
awoke with a cotton filled mouth
disappearing, the static
and neck muscles, calm and
sedate
entering
the music drenched sleep house
cold tones ice over the details
strong retractions on the lingering
survivor
horrific and pleasently gaudy wastes
somewhere closed a door, a window perhaps
and the bubles slid slowly down
the
drain

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