Friday Thirteen
Nov 6 · 1 min read
September 2019

as luck would have
the moon is full
an old man on
a Memphis street
is playing Thriller
on his flute
he collects
his bits of change
from passers-by
the silver’s faux
without efficacious
qualities required
no clouds obscure
the bad moon
from shining
a Romani curse
was laid on me
from ages past
it was a witch
a black-eyed woman
who placed
the spell
when the night
haunted me
so it haunts
me even still

