How the Bee Gees stole
that intro scratch
from Jimi Hendrix.
How she loved
to wear sunglasses
in the rain.
How the words
came last
if they came at all.
How he walked the same
sidewalk she did,
and they never met.
How the Manhattan skyscraper
bedrock myth
got debunked by
the sky (and the depth of developers’ pockets)
not the ground below
was the limit.
How rock paper scissors
spread beyond Asia
only a hundred years ago.
How the orange lizard
beat the blue, blue beat yellow,
yellow beat orange.
Sometimes the scratch
was just a scratch.
And the cue ball
was a milky globe
that lost its way
inside a dark pocket
without a GPS signal.
If everything Jimi Hendrix did *wasn’t* stolen at some point to reinvent a moment, THAT would be a crime. Still in awe of that guy’s stuff.
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