Unspun Antipodes

Saturday Asides: A Presentation of Poetry and Prose

Sun and moon were once considered antithetical complements.

A circuitous woof spun of subsonic webs through ethereal warps binding mother earth's ebb weaves a universe shrove from the sleeves of the drove as they plunge from their place at the helm of one's stead.  

A neurasthenic flutter flitters with a failing mutter.  Pathos drives a raving mouth to tell the stories it never uttered. An alphabet of revelation spells out truths forever shuttered.  We asphyxiate the nation's flesh and bone to reach our utter.

Unspun Antipodes

My concept of man
was bound up in sin
before it was framed
by pathology.

Then in crept a plan
that confounded my kin
and shored up what's shamed
with psychology.

This foolish tongue was moved to parrot
clinical terms to disinherit
exorbitant tolls, from troubled souls,
their heavy chains' genetic merits.

The wind-driven masses’ blossomed promise presses past the earthen encryption into the interminable after-life that feeds our fear of death.