Recurring Dream – 2

No talent

 

Dreams come on the crashing waves of R.E.M. sleep.

They come from the darkest oceans of the subconscious deep,

whispers of time exhausted, drifting into the midnight hours

perilously merging, in darkness, with what we thought ours.

 

 Not !, for there is this other recurring dream.

From its surrealistic messages, I do glean,

 a missive from its distorted images seen

- there is no talent coming from within me –

 

This is why – it seems – all I will ever be

is a laborer, an apprentice, a go for

doing all the shit work – nothing more

in these dream - my life , slowly closing the door.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

June 15^th 2005