James Marshall Hendrix.

 
Like a poor boy,
from the charmed estate,
love don't be late.
 
I saw you on the Isle,
a fairy dancer to the dawn,
hope re born.
 
That dansette in the squat,
found as marshall,
full frequency stereophonic sound,
star in our lode stone night.
 
 
I last saw you at Kensington market,
buying a pair of eagle boots.
I kept quiet
and next day,
you got confused about your medication,
and I thumbed somewhere else.
 
Learning to use the sweeties in the jar,
the full rose,
we're jiving ma,
lighting fires on the golf course.
 
She killed herself,
for her love of you.
 
The star spangled banner,
as a god playing to the mud of creation,
captain scarlet and all your hood,
letting free a freaky island nation.
 
Go Johnny go, go Johnny go,
Johnny be good,
we remember you,
true.
 
Hey Joe.

 
 
fin
 
At the Isle of Wight he was like a small bright fairy in the Dunkirk distance,
when I saw him, I said nothing, knowing he must get so much confusion,
I have not kept silence since.

Image. Isle of Wight festival 1970.