Transformer

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