LACRIMAE LUNAE
She gathers into herself
shards of lives and dreams
un re membered
Sharp fragments
raging with light
refuse to see
the knife of hate
ragged bleeding edges
Isn't it what you want?
A silver cup of pain
changed to rain. |
Allen Plone's two cats live in LA and sometimes sit on his fiction writing in progress. The director of several independent feature films, he has produced/designed a number of computer games. He spends too much of his timeon the phone.