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