I saw a man with a broken smile
Of which he was ashamed
And it was hard to watch him bite off
The happy feeling
For that was the only way to hide the break.
I dreamed I saw Jimmy Hendrix alive and trivialized
On late night television.
Behind the smile?
So much to be happy about.
And Hendrix: damn, sadness and anger
No longer disguised
burst out of his guitar,
Magma that burned whatever it touched.
There is no hope for heat like that
It destroys whatever it touches,
While transforming itself.
You can put a rose in a vase,
And of course it’s no longer a rose.
But it reminds you of what beauty would be like
If you didn’t have to make it yourself.