Fair Weather

Now he’s preachin’ ‘bout bein’ dramatic,

bitchin’ and moanin’ when he knows the real fact is

his decision to leave was slightly problematic.

His falsified truths were melodramatic

lies, so strong

almost visibly prismatic.

His regret manifested psychosomatic

pains in that roughened face,

which, once charismatic,

now sits

unaffected

and

emotionally static.

His rejection of love evolved systematically,

a characteristic,

to them all,

that remained enigmatic.

The father’s perpetually idiosyncratic

denial of bliss signaled patterns

symptomatic

of self-loathing and hate:

really,

the only axiomatic

truths

he exudes.

Now,

who’d he say was dramatic?