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.

  Half-filled glasses sit on the table Orange contrast on snapdragon  Windchimes Dulcet tones fade into dreams It is their last stand

Cuddled together in a garden Sun reflected off their skin A broken faerie And her mate Resting, breeze flowing "Could I be straight?" She mused, adjusting a wing "You need not.." He said "You are my September Dream I don't want to stop believing."

 Her name was Lucille and she hated dogs. And she absolutely hated white dogs. She handed me the contraption, a white gun. The instructions were just the white dogs. Why any dogs?   She gave no explanation for this and pushed me on. It was all I could do to reach around and clock that ice white head. Now that I think of it, it probably was made of ice. I opened the door. They knew why I was there and began to scatter back towards the fence. A mass of brown, black, and white fur. The flame erupted and howls began. I caught the first one, a large pit and cringes as he spasmed on the ground. A smaller mix came up to help and I got him, too. It was horrifying and satisfying at the same time. But as suddenly as it started, the flames went out. And the dogs got their revenge.