Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


13 September 2013



my black cat never crossed my path

it knew better,


with glee I stomped on sidewalk cracks

so watch your back


I sought ladders and ran under

still I wonder


I used to break a new mirror

each seven years


salt shakers were always spilled too

it didn’t prove


nothing ever happened to me

Friday thirteenth


superstitions still make me smile

once in awhile


I disregard the unexplained

I’m not afraid


I doubt that that will ever change

but life is strange


13 September, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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