ode to janis joplin


her darkened eyes were like thunder
loud and reckless
rumbling like her voice
begging for mercy while commanding the skies
in silence from the east

she wept alone
amped on desolate dusty roads
flyin’ through tuesday night
black like a fallen veil of emptiness
draped loosely
just a golden girl feedin’ on brown sugar
washed down by bitter tears

she never saw the white horse
galloping like a runaway diesel
rushing through her veins
painting a smile on her lips
where songs used to live
until one day
they were hushed
like the night through which they roamed