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first
time
poem on Jimi Hendrix’
birthday
heard spoke these words or
others ever
saw through the tree to what
was meant
the first time beat light to
my wisp will
broke song out with touch of
the keys
slept in a dumpster, leapt
from the cliff
looked up from the biblical
fall
corporeal as you imagine,
brush of this that
told out these first few
notes
first time with a thirst and
toes to twinkle
being unbounded of other
flesh
first noticing the creatures
else
tricking out with trill of
beak, eye along
I was up in the air, threw
in the towel
inscribed a name on stone
the first time I wore off
was when
who’ll tell? my victory a laurel
and all the leaf spun round
heard Hendrix, heard Bach
took the day apart to tinker
the first time
no putting it back together
ever
but wasn’t it wonder?
isn’t this world that way?
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