Half Crazy

Howie Good

There are only ten of us
and there are ten million
fighting somewhere of you,
so get your onions up
and we will throw up the truce flag.

*

Yes, I will lie quiet.
Can't do another thing.
I am all through.
I don’t want to holler.
Police, mamma, Helen,
turn you back to me, please.
I will settle the indictment.
Come on, open the soap buckets.
Talk to the sword.
The chimney sweeps.

*

Pardon me,
I forgot I am plaintiff
and not defendant.
I take all events into consideration.
The glove will fit what I say.

*

In the olden days they waited
and they waited. The sidewalk
was in trouble, and the bears
were in trouble, and I broke it up.
That is something that shouldn't be
spoken about. But I am dying.
It is no use to stage a riot.

*

No business; no hangout;
no friends; nothing.
No. No. And it is no.
It is confused and it says no.

*

I am half crazy. They won't let me get up.
They dyed my shoes. Open those shoes.
Give me something. Give me some water.
Open this up and break it so I can touch you.

*

Did you hear me? I would hear it,
the Circuit Court would hear it,
and the Supreme Court might hear it.
I am sore and I am going up
and I am going to give you honey if I can.


Remix of the last words of American mobster Dutch Shultz, 1903-1935.