Emily

Don't talk to me and pause, make this river weep and cry, we've heard your tales before, when you waved us away, she writhed inside, what you said was fake, she's your daughter, your so called interesting smile, say how you fought for her, left as a reminder, a taste, forgotten when we tried, to mail you every place, then a letter sodden in laughter, a cloudburst of your lies, Kobe, Manila, some wooden craft, in iron huts you pray, a lonely beach and sky, she’s never going to say, you gave her up for life

Diana

You whisper your love, on public telephones, your ravaged moves , an arc of grace, a lifetime, learning to moan, before flames of medium pace, gather beneath the moon, all the recognised credit zones, can’t tolerate fools, why do they so berate, fresh linen eau de cologne, even if it keeps them late, does it make you swoon, Saints like Patrick whose bones, and spirits fill these rooms, to touch your sweet face, don't lie prone, beside ill lit highways, stars aren't brightest alone.

Chrissy

Could you love me, like you think you are, this way of being, look at you I groan, do you ride shooting stars, has my plane flown, a few drinks, a glossy evening, standing at the bar, please God set me free, you’re no one's loan, a cab without a fare, are you coming home, I won’t create a scene, even if your eyes are scared, don't be afraid, it must be my tone, it’s really not that far, another winter gone, my new Caesar ?

Billy

Who will grip you now, make you drink more drink, get rid of any doubts, your eyes wide as balloons, they bounce on the brink, make Sunday night come soon, the beat of saxophone low, sunlight on the links, man the way he blows, like a Yankee schooner, with an armful of trinkets, who hasn't been lonely, your friends make a show, what are they thinking, is laughter nearly over, perhaps your new tunes, may find a chink, the voice still a wonder, whatever you may think.

Adrienne

Why don’t we go away, my lover asks me, I shudder at the lacunae, I'm sat here feeling blue, can’t you see, the thing has flown, I feel her thoughts race, not so much at infidelity, but my lack of grace, I can’t do the swoon, or sit and dream of Pliny, sick of these damn books, maybe if I have some space, let her know subtly, the sky has changed, she could be happy too, reading the Financials weekly, she’d never get confused, I’d be less crabby.

Zadie

She knows what’s around, these unbroken skies, cattle leave a naked mound, she arises from dull sleep, when others pass by, then makes her great leap, a girl from a sunny town, she promises not to lie, let anyone bring her down, she was born and weaned, and raised by signs, a kid from yellow fields, now she dances claps her hands, city lights within her sight, wears red spangly hair bands, loves this country sea to sea, never asks for reasons why, home’s a place you jump off deep, dreams sparkle in her eyes.

Xena

She makes a dawn novena, and worries about her feet, each dance is a movie scene, if she feels love, she knows it’s not so easy, but always stays in touch, every tune wears a sheen, bars are her sole conceit, singing comes from has beens, they raise their lousy bones, when morning turns green, undressing she prays alone, no one can see her, but with a depth of need, she catches morning TV, perhaps a communion shove, would make her heart beat, she pulls on her gloves, it could rescue everything.