Drums ‘n’ guitar. Poem by Martin H Samuel
Playful music poetry from Martin H Samuel
PURPLE HAZE by JIMI HENDRIX Story by Chris Hammer
Slowly, I begin to understand. He thinks Australia is an army camp in South Vietnam. He thinks that’s where I’m from. And that’s when he starts screaming. And by screaming, I mean, screaming – in-fear-of-his-life screaming.