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(Evil One and Three)
Wake to bleak day while storm clouds spit fear
Encircling overhead restlessly
In warning to avoid all thirteens.
Black smack you down one and three death spree
Evilness traversing neighborhood
Comes knocking while watching for weakness.
Limp hearts can’t say no to one and three
Accepting numeral temptation
And thirteen gains evil sole control.
One and three totes black cats with knife claws
Defeating attempted resistance
Sheer painful cat scraping blood letting.
Black cat witch adds weak hearts to her brew
Dissolving natural existence
In bubbling hot cauldrons of thirteen.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
This poem is a ninesquare.
-First line: nine monosyllables
-Second line: three words, three syllables each
-Third line: one-two, one-two, one-two
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