Strange stuff arrives in the night. |
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The Damnedest DreamI had the damnedest dream last nightBut then I’d used a heating pad to ease the soreness in my neck, just before sleep and perhaps I’d over-warmed my brain as well But this came from way left-field A business competitor from years ago, a guy I’d scarcely thought of in twenty years And there he was, in perfect clarity, imposing upon my sleeping life A word of explanation for the reader This fellow used to clean my clock, regularly winning contracts, the best there was, far more skilled than me and he bettered me again last night Dream interpreters make of it what you will, this throwback to a time long gone, but I awakened with a strange sense of pleasure That he would take the time to reappear and get me once again |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
