…Sweaty Toothed Madman… 07 Saturday Nov 2015 Posted by Fillmyeyes in Poetry ≈ Leave a comment TagsDreadlox33~ By: Dreadlox33~ I miss you Robin You …sweaty toothed madman. Had I known you were that close To entering the demarginalized zone I would have called you And said, “Good morning Adrian Cronauer” And talked you out of the hanging. Not that you would have listened To my voice; as you had Too many voices in your Extraordinary bell tower already. All those disassociative Bird caged idiots And tub toy personalities. ~ I’ll miss you Robin And your non-conceptual tones Of manic addiction and wit. How can we go on When your psychiatrist won’t? Wasn’t it you who encouraged us To be God-fearing Irreverent non-conformists And to change the world? ~ Are you having dinner With God tonite, Robin? And does Carlin know You’re using his tooth brush? I doubt whether your passing Was your definition of Carpe’ Diem. ~ Come back Robin; I miss Mr. Keating And the poetic lunacy Of your geriatric Jonathan Winters impersonation. And don’t be embarrassed by Bicentennial Man or Toys; We all lay an egg occasionally. And c’mon Robin there’s no Getting around it …those were stinkers. ~ Come back Robin Please come back… Just keep Whoopie away from me O’ captain …my captain. ~ ~ …..ian ~ 10-25-15 AdvertisementShare this:ShareTwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related