she said: "i have a history

of broken glass"

he said: "i am a poet from

the working class"

and soon the clouds

that hid the morning sun

just vanished and

a brand new day begun

they tried to straighten out

the question marks

by squeezing out a lot

of new wave sparks

they were applauded

by a chosen few

they mixed their fluids

with the morning dew

like a crazy druids

in a human zoo

they jeopardized

their reputation

more than once

they were accused

of being charlatans and cons

but no one 

could deprive them

of their happiness

not even the corruption

of their own success

LARZ GUSTAFSSON   December 6, 2009