how we used to poke fun at one

another, how we used to ridicule

each other, how we jested, played coy – how we.

and we liked it, it was cordial,

it was non antagonistic, it was affectionate,

it was imaginative, warm fuzzy feelings

and the sparkles have fizzed away, flat, inert, dead.

what happened?

the long drag, a hurricane bringing out the dust

best left undisturbed beneath meditative earth

whose om is broken when land splits apart,

cuts, lava like blood bleeds out.

not so focused now, contemplative, divine

gone to a frenzy, a mock rush

that because something is urgent, it has to be

important. but we know don’t we?

the faint pokes now, the jest, the coy smirk

like needles in stomach, poisonous snakes in hearts

spitting, burying more hallucinogens into the mind,

or was it the other way around?

that we’ve crossed path, still the same man, woman

person – the walls have become so thick

i no longer sense your presence, even if you did

a back flip, i startle not!

it can’t be, can it?

not after all this time, not after all the groans

of angry earth, of obsidian so beautiful,

yes, this orange tinge has solidified, crystalized.

become.

wicked thoughts, forever trapped

within: screaming of memories unreal.