Up From the Skies

Okay here goes, first poem to be published...
It's my first and probably last attempt at a rondeau, and is inspired by Jimi Hendrix. I don't normally like to write 'proper' structured page poetry but I had to give it a go. Any feedback is welcome, if I'm offended I'll just cry to myself.

Up from the Skies

Lord knows I am a Voodoo Chile,
a subpar soldier in exile.
In Tenassee we made a band
Fender guitars, I played lefthand.
This would be my life, for a while.

At home they’d never like my style.
I felt that I should go mobile,
I’d be accepted in England.
Lord knows I am.

Over here they think I’m worthwhile;
demonstrating my guitar smile.
Chemicals make my mind expand,
life doesn’t always go as planned
I wanted to go out in style,
Lord knows I am.