Below is the poem entitled Santa Monica which was written by poet
heckman. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Suicide…how embarrassing to have
Tried but not succeeded…When I drove
The car at 80mph on Arizona Avenue
In Santa Monica I was expecting to run
Into a wall, head flying through the dash
Board and cut my throat on the glass. Dead.
At over 80 miles per hour I ran the red light
but four cars broke my fall. My head didn’t
fly through the dash window at all. The dash
glass didn’t slit my throat like I’d planned, the
cars hit me and broke my speed surviving
with only a stupid scratch to the knee. I was
arrested, stripped naked and put in a blue
plastic garbage bag my hand-cuffed to a chair.
I stayed with the mentally challenged called
the 5150’s rather than the more advanced
criminals at LA County Jail for two months
being tried for assault with a deadly
weapon. I was found guilty but
released. Now I’m still alive
but a felon.