CRUMPLED LOVE

Rythm from strings
as from tuned hearts
Cool as the breeze
smooching 'bout us
with a geyser's force

A table of leftovers
A phoenix of wild flowers
Half a carafe of wine.
A balcony for lovers
overlooking the vine

... The half bitten moon
looked on as
loving came from violins
came to violent ends
on two crumpled val cards.

UP IN HERE

Not in heaven - definitely, yet up there

Somewhere there is a nation

Where merit is desirous and hard work celebrated

Surely we shall find leaders

Where we shall find a nation

... No no no, not just laws and land

But a nation whose foundations were laid

Up in here.