The Poetry

The Electric Church

One last shot of Jimi’s finger magic, poured out through his wailing guitar, will alert the psychedelic zombies to the spirit vibrating across the airways.

The voodoo hippies will awaken to the call for a new renaissance strong, but no longer graced with Janis hot at the microphone.

The children of love will again rise up, as they no longer need a resurrection of John Lennon’s imagination to spur them on.

The slumbering flower power will awaken to destiny and descend like an angel to infuse one more hefty dose of love.