Bold As

Jimi's looking down from the wall, and I think

he's awfully condescending, way up there.

But I put him way up there, a king

to frown on my muddling. His face is an open stare,

the kind you only give to strangers and dogs

who soil the carpet again, because a real

person could climb inside that look and mug

your soul of its lunch money, could sneak and steal

all your ninjas from their lilies. But I'm you,

Hendrix. I asked the Axis and it said, as is,

I'm bolder than love, than coffee or typeface, too.

Bolder than earth. Bolder than bullshit. The catch is

that through hazy gaze your head is still

miles, and all my bold in awe of your broken skill.