Sunday Morning

I've listened to the shouting,
And the closed minded
Arguments
Of people who have abandoned
Free thought,
In favour of dogma
And habituated wall building.
I've listened to their
Mental gymnastics
As they try to justify
A position that
Cannot be justified,
Merely held.
Heavens,
My mind has turned to
Blancmange.

Ezra!!

The chrysanthemum's

Are on fire,
And the icicles are
Driving through my brain!