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 couldnÂ’t 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 © 2019 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!

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