Lewis Allan Reed
March 2, 1942 – October 27, 2013
Is there a song on either side that’s not
About a drug? The needle plays a track
About a needle and a track, that’s hot
With innocence we’ll never rehab back.
We walk the wild side now, and work those hips.
We are invulnerable: we are young.
A perfect day is when we kiss the lips
Of overdose, but never feel her tongue.
It’s a gone world where nerves are strung as tight
As Link Wray’s axe, and New York conversations
Are scored by Charlie Parker’s sax all night,
And dealers always discount favored nations,
And heroines do heroin and know
You always have to reap just what you sow.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells