S.

The following is from my friend Alok Kumar. It says what I thought much more eloquently than I did.
On the Death of S.

Life is ugly and poorly dressed
Hunter S. is laid to rest
amongst the twilight did he fly
a sparkle of chemicals in his eyes
today marks a solemn turn
the death of freedom and peace burns
today a gift has gone away
an idol lost generation betrayed

why did you put a bullet in your head
why did you vanquish a movement led
by heroes and thinkers who gave us hope
that we too could drink, drop, and dope
who can say why acid freak, vagabond of woody creak
put a pistol to his head and from this world abruptly fled

we will have your books and your life
to think of during times of strife
but somehow I will always know
sometimes your mind you have to blow
for those of you who feel deprived
at least Keith Richards is still alive