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::: Wicked Bad Day Poem :::

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in the annals of my personal infamy
as one sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant details occurred on a street
that branched off kind of like a fork tine
adjacent to one named woodbine.

Prior to the following awful events that unfolded this aforementioned day
somewhat solemn and gray
I did not consider myself unduly superstitious
nor prone to bouts of triskaidekaphobia no how no way!

Yet that particular Friday the thirteenth baptized me
in the bloody waters of superstition unequivocally
whence upon waking said particular morning
the search for some funereal garb found me searching a small closet while bending on one knee
And while nonchalantly rummaging for some suitable article of clothing to wear
for the wake of William Zison (the octogenarian father in law)
an unbeknownst ill fate lurked just seconds away as any unseen observer would likely agree!

Hands rifled and rustled thru various and sundry miscellaneous items in one or another box
Mostly clothing and other apparel draped in coat hangers
plus a precariously perched heavy tin of yarn heavy as rocks
which began to teeter from a top ledge and began a slow and inexorable descent
in the direct path of thy crown containing valued mental stocks!

The topmost part of thine skull felt the impact of a sharp metallic rim
that actually left an indentation in both the soft part of thine scalp – more’n an abrasive skim
And bent the circular shape of said contrivance filled to the hilt
from the laws of physics pertaining to a falling object accelerating with velocity and vim!

Upon reflexively yet tentatively touching the raw sore spot
fingertips revealed the presence of warm liquid soon coagulating into a pulpy knot
from sharp lipped impact registering nausea and vertigo quite a lot
thence sewing crafts managed to stitching a tattooed laceration forming a bloody clot.

Body writhed with physical torment as if being only partially alive
whereby waves of blacking or passing out found me swooning
And ready to take a swan dive
yet nonetheless from schwenksville to penn valley I did by divine grace did safely drive
whence family members and relatives began to organize a car pool arrangement
per heading off to the cemetery, which caravan formation similar to a human bee hive
yet yours truly declined to go communicating persistent distress from mishap
I bowed out and stayed home and kept company with a dog
(some pet belonging to a friend of eldest sister in law) whom toward moi did not jive!

An impulse found fingers reaching out to stroke this unfamiliar animal
supposedly man’s best friend
only to find sharp teeth from canine jaw clamped down hard on hand
which second bodily injury i did immediately tend
while bolts of white hot pain shot thru the lower extremity of palm
radiated upward through forearm and into my shoulder did wend!

Written by: ~ Yusisasi49