by Steve Baba
My friend Kenny blew his
Head off with a shotgun,
He did it on a humid night
In Honolulu, he was alone,
And he couldnt break
The addiction, so it broke him.
I visit him from time to time
In his urn that sits on a small
Shelf at Los Gatos Cemetery.
Posted on 01/14/2007
Copyright © 2018 Steve Baba
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ava Blu on 09/22/07 at 05:43 AM|
jesus. is this true???????????
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/16/07 at 12:00 PM|
I had a couple of friends who chose to end their lives. They didn't use a gun, but it was just as effective. I probably never get the answer to the question why. It's just something one carries along for the rest of one's life.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/03/08 at 08:03 PM|
Startling, graphic, very effective! Terribly tragic event.
|Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/01/08 at 10:41 PM|
Sometimes there's not much to say to convey the big picture. I like this, yet I'm sorry for your loss.
|Posted by Alisa Js on 11/23/08 at 05:06 PM|
Intense is an understatement here. You have managed to grab the attention of the reader, with a slap! alisa
|Posted by Mo Couts on 07/04/11 at 10:05 PM|
OMG this is brutal and stark...not sure if it's a true story or not, but damn was it telling either way!