Tom Bloch "The Screaming Guitar of Jimi Hendrix" (poem)

Fingers baby, fingers, I got way too many fingers
But I can’t even see ‘em they movin so fast
So fast they just blurs over the strings, the silver
strings on my guitar
Baby I can see the sounds comin’ from my guitar
My strings got colors on ‘em
They like a rainbow, honey, all the colors
Come ashootin’ out like bullets from a gun
Bang bang here they come, shootin’ off the neck
Swirlin all ‘round me like a tornado
Hittin’ me, comin’ straight towards me
Bullets screamin’ through my soul, brother
Just blastin’ on through me, hurtin’ more every time
God I love that hurt, gotta have that hurt
I gotta play my guitar harder, keep these bullets comin’
Louder, faster, harder, gotta make this guitar scream
Can’t hear nothin but that scream
Comin from deep deep down in me
Coming up fast, risin’ like a thermometer in me
Burnin’ my heart when it comes through
Up and out from my fingers into my guitar
Screamin my ear so loud, I feel like my body’s burnin’
So many bullets, I got holes in my soul, brother
Nothin’ hurts more, nothin’ feels so good, babe