Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Nathaniel O'Reilly
Poem
PURE ADRENALIN SOUND
The raw sound of rock 'n' roll,
The crack, rattle and roll of snares,
The wail, roar and moan of singers,
The simulated orgasm of guitar solos,
The hypnotic pulse of bass,
The rhythm of cymbals and riffs,
Foot-stompin,' blood-pumpin,'
Pure adrenalin sound
Makes me want to speed down
Desert highways with one arm
Hangin' out the window,
One hand beatin' on the wheel,
The wind tearin' through my hair,
The expression of the inexpressible.