CALL ME DRELLA
Andy or Drella
Perhaps you were a dipsy female
In your last earthly visit
Or you might have been
Or a forester
Painting broad strokes
On the graphite landscape
Before being reborn
As a God
Whose numinous cans
Are now worth
More than a hoary hill of beans.
You danced in your velvet underground shack
With Lou Reed going round and round
And forever coming back.
You knew that Lou
Wasn’t much like you
But you liked him nevertheless;
You weren’t sparing
With your largesse.
I wish I knew what you were trying to express
Perhaps it was the salvation of your superstars
They say you almost died so they might almost live.
But you were fearless too
When you saw how much your precious
Candy Darling had to give.