Saphie

When you see a fading star, does it make you uneasy, knowing it’s not that far, with children and dogs, just stay as you please, in a warm hazy fog, send my ship to Mars, to the sea of tranquillity, or bear the scars, is that what you want, forget cups of tea, and all the stuff you don't, put water in my font, all your fares increase, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, a bended knee, scraping on the tar, play Blues in a boxcar, scatter all my needs, put my ashes on the bar, bring me peace.

Adam

I cook like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my table, send dishes by measured paces, feed my gorgon frame, am not someone to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing out what I’ve done, unshaven waiters, in this cafe', often watch me faint, women before me unmoved, with buttered hair on trains, talk of what’s above, creating is what I crave, kitchens are lonely places, my uncertain forays, begin from the urinal, that's really my fame, this place a caravan, to carry my name.

Chris Three

Windows paint strokes, against the falling rain, shocked again I'm broke, echoes of an empty surfeit, another sad holiday, it’s no news to me, at St Anthony’s stone, loss brings no certainty, when you need a loan, songs of a dismal choice, pose lonely sad trains, that whistle and moan, to beg again, with love gone on plates, or down the Freeway, it marks my bones, shadows of the infirmary, circle my zones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from this cafe', and like to joke, when I get paid.

Chris Two

When I say 'screw you', It makes my troubles light, there's so much more to do, do all chefs die intestate, however much they lie, throwing venom at the plates, explosive screams at menus, they face some terrible high, a frightened kitchen crew, tear around this place, don't tell me how to cry, anchors bind my feet, someone has the truth, debts roll from my eyes, no longer am I duped, wouldn't it be great, to feel a love inside, instead of all this rage, a place beyond the dunes, lying near the tide, will it bear me fruit , or hang me out to dry?

Dave Three

Cocaine is our lady, we accept her burnt cheer, it brings us the cradle, turns a city to stone, down avenues so clear, we wear different bones, love is our trade, we handle it without fear, like fried halloumi these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, what we crave most, pick up the shame, we just need the gear, for all of our forays, never willed or on show, no need for tears, face nightmares unknown, anyone who says, there’s no need for tears, I’ll show them what’s rage, in these turbulent years.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was sunken day by day, I hated to be alone, or see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, I haven't got a clue, how to deal with rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the crew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I only thought of you, and what you created, when you started to waste, useless cooking food, it has a different taste, your tune still resonates, in all that I do, even in this digital age God bless the loving fool.

Rosa Two

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, worrying about what we’ve bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays, parties, Valentines, other stuff we’ve caught, from mouths of the vexed, ask what’s the score, with men Online, who will pop up next, demanding our time, generally divorced, wearing a vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the best, will anyone give a call, firmly click their jaws, these resurrections tests, supposed to be joyous, are just like the rest.