CAVERNS, , run deep with your <br />broken glass words, your shadow <br />slithers, in then out, then fades <br />away like a bullet in a gun. <br />SHAKESPEARE, , , screams, this <br />will make a great play, pity its <br />the whore, the drunk, the fool, <br />that fills my pen.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-light-madness-987/
