“Sheen Heard Some Voices” by Francesca Giustini

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who were duh, winning!

Sheen heard voices who were an army of assassins.

Sheen heard voices who were battle-tested bayonets, bro.

Sheen heard voices who were tired of pretending they weren’t total bitchin’ rock stars from Mars.

Sheen heard voices who were bringing him Dr. Clown shoes.

Sheen heard voices who were runs in his underwear before his first cup of coffee.

Sheen heard voices who were fools and trolls.

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices with an F-18.

Sheen heard voices with poetry in their fingertips, you know, most of the time, and this includes naps.

Sheen heard voices who had veins filled with tiger blood.

Sheen heard voices who unlearned 22 years of the fiction called AA. It’s a silly book written by a broken-down fool.

Sheen heard voices who picked a fight with a warlock.

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who are defeating the naysayers.

Sheen heard voices who had diseases and he cured them with his brain, his mind.

Sheen heard voices who he loved violently.

Sheen heard voices who effortlessly and magically turned their tin cans into gold. (what the fuck does that mean?)

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who are bi-winning. They win here and they win there.

Sheen heard voices who probably took more drugs than anyone could survive.

Sheen heard voices who don’t live in the middle anymore, that’s where you get slaughtered, that’s where you get embarrassed in front of the prom queen.

Sheen heard voices who are not Thomas Jefferson because he’s a pussy.

Sheen heard voices who mistake his passion for anger.

Sheen heard voices who lay down with their ugly wives and their ugly children and just look at their loser lives and then they look at his and say “I CAN’T PROCESS IT.”

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who have a different constitution.

Sheen heard voices who made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them look like droopy-eyed armless children.

Sheen heard voices who know resentments are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of his saber.

Sheen heard voices who gracefully ignored this folly for 177 shows

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who work for the pope, they murder people.

Sheen heard voices who have the right to kill him, but do not have the right to judge him. Boom. That’s the whole movie. That’s life.

Sheen heard voices who say hope is for suckers and fools.

Sheen heard voices who, like his goddesses, have completed the three parts of his heart, it’s a polygamy story.

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices who have defeated a earthworm with his words.

Sheen heard voices who wish him nothing but pain in his silly travels.

Sheen heard voices who are on a drug– it’s called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available because if you try it you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

 

Sheen heard some voices.

 

Sheen heard voices he believed.

Sheen heard voices he denied.

 

These were the same voices.

Posted on June 9, 2014, in Poetry Spring 2014 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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