This poem will eventually be read on Youtube, accompanied by some simple live-looped music, similar to my vid "Janis in the Window," which has been out there on Youtube for a few years now. Anyway, this is what I've got, so far.
Janis on the Astral
Running loose on the Astral Plane,
I found a place of trippy memories:
curious things, close to hippie hearts,
rare, out of style, the shop did contain.
I knew that Janis had been there,
and would come again if I should wait.
I tried to send her a message,
and indeed she saw it,
but has not, as yet, replied.
[It never occurred to me at all
that Janis Joplin had died,
for such does not happen,
on the other side.] Repeat.
Copyright © 2024 by Donald C. Traxler.
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