Jets In The Night

We were in jets last night.
Racing through the air.
Fighter jets.
Listening to the Vince Guaraldi song
You’re In Love Charlie Brown.
It was blaring loudly.
You were smiling very big.
In that way that makes your
upper lip part
and reveal your two front teeth.
You looked like you were
telling me something with your eyes.
“Come fuck me.”
Or, “I really do secretly love you
after all.”
It was a spell.
You couldn’t have said these things to me.
I was the omniscient mind.
The observer of the dream.
Why would you have said these things
to the omniscient mind?
There has to be a glitch
in the consciousness terminal.

What is your location?
What’s this about?
Are you the droidus mare?
Who brought us to this realm be-
tween
the living and the dead?

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