refusing to graduate from high school
because you would not cut your hair
writing an immortal song at just nineteen
that is part of the rock’n’roll pantheon.
But demons tormented your soul
robbing you of your youthful years
spent forcibly institutionalized
until you came through the pain
to grace the musical world again.
So goodbye psychedelic warrior
you were a man poetic and oblique
your sweet music a unique memorial
created in that zone you described
as where the pyramid meets the eye.