Charlie Sheen
And Doc Holliday’s last words
With a spoon up the nose
And pipe up the sinuses
Leave it to the crazies to tell us the truth.
Leave it to Charlie
To pull the shades down and show
The buboes frogs
Painted on the inside of our lids.
If you have the floor and no one to say ‘no’
Why eject the same ol’ same ol’
Out the pie hole?
Go ahead, pull up the floors
Let’s see the sucking snakes
Speaking in to wooden heads
On gears
Spinning in perfect circles
Telling us all to:
“settle down everything is just fine.”
In the top layer of public madness
The heads bob in braids of gold
Then drop in to the cheese.
Three headed dogs get promotions
To the assistant to the assistant
And speak to three cameras at once
Using used saliva to make sure that we:
“Settle down …Everything will be just fine.”
Fill the till Charlie
Reload and tell everyone
You aren’t done
There is a last flash left
In the paraffin fire.
Your life is long enough
And there are tongues that need burning.
At least you won’t waste our time telling us:
To settle down, everything is just fine.
No nursing home
No clouded eyes
No whistling white ants
No vine rotting in brine
No not seeing an obverse to this world
Claiming to be cream pie.
Just a mountain of snow and bimbos
In an unremembered heaven.
Where opiate trees rain away the pain
And we can all say like Doc Holliday:
“This is funny.”
Joshua Kight 2/25/11
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