Wednesday, October 29, 2014


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


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