Jim Carroll – “Dry Dreams” (1982)

September 15, 2008 at 6:42 pm (Jim Carroll, Poetry & Literature)

Each night, they surround me
With the lights and the microphones . . .
With their bodies and the mile of cable
Like a magic ring of bone

Every night I have the same dream:
A man behind the door
With a tattooed erection
And no reflection
And his eyes like a Chinese whore . . .

Every night I have the same dream

The madonnas at the crossroads,
Dressed like future spies
They shine their lips with android sperm
And the riviera skies . . .

But every night I have the same dream
It’s a vision of the dead . . . the way
They stare into space
And never see a human face.
But just the back of their own heads

Every night I have the same dream

Earth, water, wind and flame
The designers of my fate . . .
Every night they come to me
Release me with their weight . . .

Every night I have the same dream
A dome upon the shore
Where some method actors
Bomb the big reactor
And it melts right through the core

Every night I have the same dream

Each night, they surround me
With the lights and the microphones . . .

With their bodies and the miles of cable
Like a magic ring of bone

Every night I have the same dream
White crows in an empty sky
When I call they descend, the young trees bend
And the dream is always dry . . .

Every night I have the same dream.

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