Hendrix Stratocaster Syndrome((((
Strange echo, cadence,
tinnitus stalking
the auracles, AS-
the inner-ear reacts
like sirens, screaming -
in piercing terminal pitch.
My hands compress
impregnable audio;
feckless attempts, TO-
muffle the maddening shrill,
that resulted in adamant,
irreverseable deteriment,
and total opposement
to any efforts
to allay this mute dystrophy,
petulant symphony -
in the womb of my inner-ear,
and unkindly accompanied
by mind-chasing hiss,
as if Boa or Cobra
were tone and pitch.
And this demon of demons
deafness its Reason
'Dark Decibel Demon',
from years and 'hears' OF-
much unkempt
watts and ohms.
[Ohms unkempt....WATT the ____ ]?
Saw Hendrix and his Gypsy Band,
Woodstock, New Yorks'farmland
'Twas summertime, OF-
Sixty-Nine -
It was A W E S O M E!
Jimi messaging...
with cool white band;
massaging...
with skilled left hand;
long black neck,
playing fast to his riff
til' he climaxed...
young girls oogled and awed,
came fast, at his beckoned call, FOR-
the sexual encore...,
'Electric Ladyland'....
D E A F E N I N G!
Now all has passed away,
dead or mute,
we've gone away,
'cept for that echo,
that echo, that echo.
that strange stalking echo -
queer sensation,
tittilation, AND-
tintinnabulation...,
d i s c o n n e c t m e n t.
The psychodellic rush,
of feedbacks thrust -
the thrill of the shrill,
for thirty-Five years, OF-
the sounds I now barely hear!
[And wasn't Dolby a friggin' marketing scam...Damn straight...]!
And, people, I swear
on a Stratacaster, AS-
black as the light
of those strobe-lit nights,
and my wildest, quietest plights-
Still it follows me....
relentlessly,
incessantly,
clamorously;
(and to add a cliche)
QUITE HAUNTINGLY!
That sound...............
......................... .......,
that perpetual sound;
soprano octive, high,
as a TV test pattern,
from nineteen-fifty-eight,
that ruled the tube
of black and white
everynight....'TIL-
the morning prayer spared us.
BUT THIS? !
It never stops...
and never will,
nope...'not until
destiny says...LO!
Jimi, Ssssssh...yes, I know;
Not until in deafened death we meet!
_____((((FjR))) ______
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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