Superstition Poem by Robin Bennett

Tonight's full moon caught me
totally off guard. Usually I smell
superstition a mile away. I grasp my
strange luck and hunker down
until the notion of imminent disaster
has passed.

All Hallows Eve, I decided to drink my
way through each ancient greek oracle
in my subconscience. Each Bloody Mary
seemed to taste of the devil's tears.
The liquor crossed my lips, and hell
felt closer with each sip.

Did Friday the 13th hit the full moon
and crash my scattered reflection on
to the broken silver mirror at my feet?

Are you my love, a black cat in disguise?
Killing me with each glance of your jealous
green eyes, mocking me with your nine lives.
You purr in pity as I run from a mediocre life.
Shows what little you really know. I only have
to survive this hell once. You, my bad luck
friend will suffer over and over.

Halloween gives herself freely to those
who break and bend at insanity. For one night,
we are just another face in the crowd.