Still Tripping Inside
The movements of Jimmy still trickle in my mind. Silver tainted glass, It ripples like candy drops from heaven,     And the beast cried, "Mary." Hendrix is still alive, The music never dies,     And the beast cried, "Mary." Floating like a butterfly, he sings, "I'm not dead." I am a butterly     and the beast cried, "Mary."
James Hawkins