Dreams of Doris Day
by Technicolour and Farawayeyes

let’s sail in glass bottomed boats today
come what may
let’s sail on and on
let’s sail away
blue sky above
deep blue sea below
white sail and bright yellow sun
the world was not small yet
tremendous distances tremendous differences
gaudy little boats speeding on
drifting in absolute silence
blackness not darkness on cloudless nights

polka dot bathing suits
clean fifties fun
sun on wet bodies
golden days
when gender bias was an unknown expression
when happy homemakers made happy homes
there was security in this
and petticoated teenage girls
dreamed of marriage to prince charming
two kids and a terraced house
without feeling guilty about it

I sometimes dream of this
a perfect little world
being my perfect little oyster
I dream of lost romance
I dream of lost certainty
I dream of Doris day's perfect hair
and Rock Hudson’s smile
when this day and age makes me shudder
I dream my linoleum and ponytail dream