wicked thoughts

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.