Dream log April 28, 2021

I woke three times last night.

With the poem “There was a little girl” in my head.

It starts like the real poem, but then it changes. Three times. It starts three times and each version is different.

I nearly got up the first time to write it down, but I nailed it solidly into my memory and went back to sleep.

Twice more.

The third time I think I dreamed the poem and then I am on a golf course. I am playing golf with President Obama.

“It’s really windy today.” says the president. He is cheerful and smiling.

I am calm even though I suck at golf. There is no one else around and it’s sunny and beautiful and windy.

“Let’s play the course in a different order,” says the president. “Let’s avoid the wind. I know you can hit it any distance, but let’s go in the order that is shortest and easiest. So we will tee off from one but hit it to the flag on two.”

There is no one else on the course. And it is beautiful. And I suck at golf anyhow and what the hell? It is not conventional but when have I EVER bothered with that.

I nod yes

and wake up with his smile in my memory.

Idaho Gigolo

 

 

He can dance
He can prance
He’s a horse
Of course
Idaho Gigolo
Idaho Gigolo

He can dress
With the best
Talk trash
With a splash
Plays golf
Like a dream
Charm flows
In streams

He can dance
He can prance
He’s a horse
Of course
Idaho Gigolo
Idaho Gigolo

Doesn’t stress
No mess
Tennis pro
Don’t you know
Fine wine
Fine food
Helps to put him
In the mood

He can dance
He can prance
He’s a horse
Of course
Idaho Gigolo
Idaho Gigolo

No sport
Too small
Smiling charm
Pervades them all
He’ll help you
Buy a bike
Knows just
What you’ll like

He can dance
He can prance
He’s a horse
Of course
Idaho Gigolo
Idaho Gigolo

Likes to sail
On a yacht
He knows
He’s hot
Very handy
Deck candy
Getting sandy
Fine and dandy

He can dance
He can prance
He’s a horse
Of course
Idaho Gigolo
Idaho Gigolo

previously published on everything2.com