Strange stuff arrives in the night.

The Damnedest Dream

I had the damnedest dream last night
But 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

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
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