In the Viper room, where the music's loud
young Hollywood stars stand so proud
amongst them is RIVER, aged twenty three
who at 2am, would no longer be
It's Saturday, October 30th 1993
there's about to be a terrible tragedy
River shoots a speedball into his vein
maybe to take away some hidden pain
He's fighting for his life, before they realise
but manages to get to the pavement, before he dies
as sadness fills the Hollywood sky
friends gather, and watch the Phoenix fly
This acclaimed actor will be sadly missed
and no doubt his good name badly rubbished
he shortened his life, with that one final fix
goodbye to a real star, RIVER PHOENIX.
Your poems Are realy terible I read them all You are very jealous of me You just started to write poetry I been writting poetry for 11 years You don't seem to have a clue of what poetry is Poetry needs to have fire and spice That is what makes good poetry And my poems have that Yours don't I must tell you that I go to a poetry worshop here in Toronto Every second Sunday And you don't Plus I am more familiar with the god poets You don't I do also open mcike af the poetry cafe Which you don't So if you don't know about poetry don't comment on it You are an ammateur poet I am a profesional poet I will publish my Chapbook son I had three ofers by the publishers But I don't want to give them away So I will publish it myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thankyou Aldo. How do you know I dont go to a poetry class etc etc.... you 'seem' to know a lot about me! Thanks for the comments tho. At least I dont just repeat the title and leave it as that! ! ! !