A.G.E's Joint

Lucid dream Bouncing along the edges of my skull Overreaching conscience pulling on reins That doesn't exist Third level Ego, Id, Supra Sliding back and forth Between threat and joy. When the Amber Alert sounds Launching me to the next level Loving is so short So is living Forgetting is forever.

  Fandango ended A time deliberately lost Left behind in the march of time Where we imagined we were somewhere Paris London Aspen Sharing popcorn And other things All gone now An abandoned husk Wasted opportunity Waiting for the next generation

Broken down buildings and junkies filled this part of Moreland Ave, one whose heyday was far in the past. A faded PBR sign became animated, beckoning him to stop. Have a drink and  forget your problems. Maybe pick up an American Woman for company. That was a lie. There would be no sugar tonight. Waking up with a headache didn’t interest him. Sarah was still dead.  A gold Cadillac with a sticker saying “In Memory of Darius, 1997-2008  was in front of him. Maybe he should put one of those on his car for Sarah? No. Can’t have the attention. He drove an anonymous metal lump. He tugged at his collar. God, it was hot. He shouldn’t have worn long sleeves. He flipped on the radio and rolled down his window . A song came on about being fine or closer to it. Another total lie. Nothing was ever fine. Mother’s whisky tinged voice began yelling in his ear. Talk to the lady. What she had to say may be bullshit, but validation and clarity in how to proceed was needed.  Nah. He was ...

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