When you break a silent vow, does it count? I silently vowed I would never mention Charlie Sheen on my blog. It just seems too crass, too exploitative, too easy. But then I discovered that Sheen had self-published a book of poetry in the 90’s and all my integrity went out the window. The good people at GQ have posted some samples from his oeuvre, A Peace of My Mind. I’ve reproduced the very best right here. Also, down below, you’ll find a poetry reading. Yes. A poetry reading. From the master himself.
A Thoughtless Soul
By Charlie Sheen
As he pulled his head,
From the drool stained pillow,
His eyes blood red,
His oxygen shallow.
Feet on carpet,
That pain to fight,
These are the effects,
Of another night.
A night of drink,
A night of hate,
A night as dark,
As last nights date.
A look to the mirror,
No face of youth,
Self inflicted carnage,
A cracked and hollow tooth.
This punishment a vile choice,
So worthless, yet so bold.
Carving lines of disrespect,
This young lad growing old.
Yet masking truth and hiding pain,
Will surely take it’s toll,
Will he unto others, or to himself,
Remain a thoughtless soul?