TO BE A POET

I am constantly conflicted
by my radical sub-conscious
and conscious being
the tug and fog
of the real and the
perceived and how
to express one or the
other or both and how
to discover their symbiosis

write, write, write,
about that dream
nightmare, visitation, apparition,
that is dredged-up
from my dark recesses

sub-conscious you scare me
you come to me and
taunt and haunt and torment me
to reveal the unreality
of the known

see, hear, feel, taste, be,
real or not I am in that
far country.