Black cats stalking

Helpless prey

Jagged nerves

That start to fray

Moon rays glitter

On the mud

Mosquitoes whine

Their quest for blood

What's that howling

To the south?

Bone-white teeth

And foul-breathed mouth

The veil grows thin

And creatures gather

Cruel, dark eyes

And sides a-lather

One false move

And they'll get in

You shiver at

Their awful din

The streets are full

With drunken goons

Made bold by liquor

Oh what a boon

With any luck

They'll take the heat

If demons come

And want to eat

The weekend beckons

On the morrow

But first, this night

Of deepest sorrow

For some will perish

Some will die

Their loved ones left

To wonder why?

The hundredth time

Or 'haps umpteenth

Bad omens on

Friday thirteenth

they say it's bad luck

but methinks that's just lore

so i pulled up me britches

and walked to the door

where a waft hit me nose

vapors vile in me core

then i stopped and i checked

all the clothes that i wore

when i looked at me shoes

how it made me eyes sore:

i stepped in some shit

me dog dumped on the floor

It's Friday and I'm out of luck

Down and out without a buck

Without a clue, feckless and dumbstruck

It's the thirteenth, so what the hell!

Today I simply I forgot to duck

The trouble coming my way, unstuck

My head's on the floor, rolling amuck

And my body's disembodied, I'm screwed

Lucky thirteen

except when it's Friday, I mean

day on the calendar I hadn't seen

put my shoes on the table at the canteen

wph! stepped on our black cat Bean

went to pinch salt from the tureen

to throw over the shoulder unseen

and broke the mirror in slip slide careen

what a day it had beeeeeeeeeeeeen!

(still recovering...)

09.14.2024

Friday the 13th, 20204 Poem @CKMunsell