Remembering a Rock & Roll Suicide

Herman Brood - July 11, 2001

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Rock & Roll Suicide, Remembering a Rock & Roll Suicide

Rock & Roll Suicide

At last, he took flight
In the summer sunlight
From the roof of the Hilton Hotel.

No urge to rethink
A step back from the brink
Only prolonging his mental hell.

Looking at the sky
His mouth suddenly dry
Knowing he had no more to tell.

Tucked into his coat
A scrawled two-sentence note
A rock star’s laconic farewell.

No will to go on
Party when I’m gone
The last words of a middle-aged rebel.

Creative destruction’s
Final disruption
That drugs could no longer quell.

And so the deed was done
In three beats of a drum
The fourth his body-thump death knell.

Standing near the spot
Where he met his lot
Long gone but still casting a spell.

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