Snow has somehow crept into the conversation

From the light sprinkling of sarcasm

in the last few statements

made with jutting chin

a wordstorm blankets me

exhalations accompanying

angry spittle-flecks

head buffet

your breath makes me wish for cover

dragon-like steam and sulfur

But then every conversation in the

last two decades has been this way

dogma replacing fact

you are so certain

of things, and mostly

what you feel in the name

of rationality

that somehow I cannot inject reason

should have been the first alarm

but it is too late

Listening with mock

attention to each

lovingly selected admonition

about the state of things

going counter to your

best parochial view

I guess progress won’t stop

only because we muddle along

against opposition

who also claims right

———-

On one sunday with belief

firmly in hand

i entered a place of

unworship and

demonstrated my iniquity

by stooping to participate

amidst unworthy thoughts

and my facade wasn’t seamless like yours

even as you screwed everyone

figuratively, literally, spiritually

bearing false gifts

is the start of it

with fake smile and tan

a civil and charitable veneer

that brings accolades

somehow everyone recognizes the

falsehoods within themselves

and seeks comfort

in mutual admiration

or at least that’s my reason

i should seek worthier lands

with noble ones

who work for good in

truth not myth

or rest content that none exists

but imagined

and so find home with

kindred souls

assuming no contamination

that my mind and heart are pure

continuing to seek a truth

within precious domains

untainted if that exists

outside imagination?

there is only hope

no chance that belief

is real

and there is the semblance

of this reason enough

that i am here today