GQ has posted three of the poems (below) and says they will continue to update their tumblr with new material from the book, which is titled A Peace of my Mind. If nothing else, here's hoping that Adam Rifkin also does the illustrations for Sheen's upcomingmemoir.
Heretic Proof
By Charlie Sheen
Endive, undead, unbroken,
Unwed,
Relax, relate, rehab,
Drug addict,
Pursue, persuade, persist,
Per-petuate [sic] your own death
By smiling a lot.
Supply, succumb, deny -- everything.
Always.
Turtle, android, pain.
Endeavor, endless, end.
P.S. Janonis.
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?
I.D. Blues
By Charlie Sheen
"Excuse me, aren't you...?"
"Hey, you look just like..."
"Oh my God, that's..."
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but aren't you..."
"Look, I never do this, but, my wife thinks you're..."
"My friend is so convinced that you're..."
"I'm so embarrassed, but, aren't you...?"
"I know you must be tired of this, but..."
"WAIT!!"
All eyes held in stare, all mouths locked open in shock, as he pulled the latex Charlie Sheen mask from his head, revealing the rotted skull of President Lincoln.