Showing posts with label eels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eels. Show all posts
Friday, September 4, 2015
JIMI HENDRIX'S HANDS
came to me
in a dream
last night.
They were
long & black
and feathery.
They played
with the grace
of eels
fingering
my strings;
my dreams
moaned
like Bessie Smith.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015
Labels:
Bessie Smith,
dreams,
eels,
fingers,
Jimi Hendrix,
snakes
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