a recent dream
a recent dream
by Steve Potter
a black dog licks and nuzzles my crotch
as two ghostly girls chant and pray
over the transparent fetus of a deer
in a matted down patch of grass.
I warm my hands over a campfire,
my erection tenting stained shorts.
nearby a documentary is being filmed
at an abandoned farmhouse.
I walk through tall grass
with the pale eyed ghost girls.
dead yellow stalks spear
up between our toes.
we watch the filming
as the farmhouse burns.
A sexual dream, not too displaced. Maybe even wet for “my erection tenting stained shorts;” “tenting” a superb verb. Other sexual imagery: the dog licking and nuzzling the dreamer’s crotch, the two fires, grass spearing between toes. But what about the “stalks” being “dead,” the “girls” “ghost(s)?” The “fetus” must be dead. What they go off to is only a movie (albeit a “documentary,” making it closer to life). Two girls, “ghostly” or not, seem prohibitive. A sexual frustration dream, I’d say. Worth some talk around a mixed campfire, maybe to get something going later.