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.


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