scout sehorn: June 2007

Sunday, June 3, 2007

another oldie but I gotta save 'em somewhere out there....

-SLEEPWALKING THROUGH MARY MAGDALENE’S 42ND STREET NIGHTMARE-

I was bleeding pretty badly.
Passed out I dreamt
of those sex-starved German girls
observing holidays of lent.

Woke up in a gypsy cab
cruising over Brooklyn’s Bridge.
hell I thought, I’m headed toward
Mary Magdalene’s.
morning she said. Nice of her,
I jumped in her golden bathtub.
I was stone sunk in iceberg gin,
drunken to my nub.
then all the whores cleaned up
after sucking down the gin.
they stole my clothes.
and in their place
they left two twenties and a ten

I thanked them with a loaf of bread
turned to leave but turned my head and said
please don’t nail me now,
I want to dream, not die

I ran along shuddering,
doing the dance of a child.
skin-parading down 42nd street,
my feet slapping the street tiles.
I slinked inside a second hand shop store
to find some clothes to cover my exposed skin
and I barely escaped the slamming of the door
I chose a beaver pelt robe
to smother my shrunken skeleton.
pushed my hair back, held my breath
and I was out the door again

warmed myself on the street,
avoiding passersby.
my robe was becoming dark
like my dreams surviving the night
I couldn’t remember
the night of last.
I was all covered in blood
with a rapidly approaching past

I’m bleeding to death right now.
but now I know I dreamt
Of those sex-starved German girls
observing holidays of lent.

I thanked them with a loaf of bread
turned to leave but turned my head and said
please don’t nail me now,
I want to dream, not die

old but first time typed up

when you winked your eyes to sleep
you were arrested for picking a blossom
yeah but in this dream you were booked
and you secretly passed me the blossom

like you it was a pretty little thing
but never would it open again
til its death comes, til its death come
it never’ll open again

it was that night after the death of Christ
when our old lovers all came to the door
that night after the death of Christ
when our old lovers all came to the door

you hid your open body fast
I grabbed a smoke and you laughed
put on a shirt your mother had worn
a shirt your mother had, had

each naked man he looked down on you
baby, who do they think you are
each naked man he looked down on you
baby, don’t put up that blushing guard

I wanted to toss you down the well
and make my wish on you
wanted to toss you away
and make my wish on you

down in the water, see you shine
down there with a few old nickels and dimes
down there with the nickels and dimes
I see you shining through

and a thief will rob you blind
and bring you a bouquet of flowers too
a thief will rob you blind
and bring you flowers too

if the thief, he acts like me
please look away and bloom
if the thief turns out to be me
please look away and bloom

I’ll get out on the street
where all our old lovers will be facing me
out on our street
where all our old lovers are facing me

and I will walk through them all
each one blossoming for my eyes to see
yeah I will walk through them all
each one blossom for my eyes to see