Esme

Tunes jingle and ping, my insides screech, I need another drink, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I need to do, your face tear sprinkled, lemon blue by the sea, turns into my shrink, I’ll kill the truth, with my own conceit, a conscience in ruins, let others think, so eager to squeeze, memories, a sous chef king, they echo my blues, a coward's retreat, no dreams to rue, but if there's a chink, of light scattered easy, I’ll be off in a blink, when released.

Francine Three

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters groan, in trouble you need, solace each day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, we'll dance a reel, best not to moan, a fisherman protects his creel, don't let panic reign, in Calendars of the sea, take Calcium for your bones, in this place stay sane, no one really atones, the bird who drops seed, says it’s only fame, sing as you speed, drunk as a fiery contralto, weave amongst flames, is this all you own, dissolve give way.

Francine Two

She laughs and hums a tune, says it’s stupid to lie, it’s just what we do, we skirt around the garden, she gives another sigh, children are late home, more like a whispered ooh, her failing sight, fills the afternoon, the same dull hollow, a broken light, whispers up from below, don’t ask me why, she faces ruin, it makes me cry, she’s not one for show, says she’ll go out high, pretend she’s in New York, make her voice boom, rage over the night, men say that they knew, she wanted to fly.

Francine

Times that brought her, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of autumn, let others condone, that passing disease, of a broken home, more than any daughter, she'll do what's needed, forging her laughter, a shiny stone, she stands by the sea, swears she'll never atone, love seeps on the bend, it reaches her knees, like broken water, for matters gone, she knows what she’s leaving, some hoped for dawn, fixated or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if anyone cares, s it isn't that easy.

Jay Three

God knows if she's right, she can demand anything, sunlight, water, sky, like the tide off Burbo Bank, her smile is estuary wide, begins where I sink, she never leaves my side, but sits here and sings, a woman on fire, her lungs like a tank, she bellows for a ring, could prise open a bank, next to me she slides, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant lie, tobacco blonde eyes cranked, a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous wank, she dances in the tide, her day is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive, giving.

Jay Two

Signs to fly away from, we won't make sunset, scattered and gone, the associate’s due, his astonishing jet, a whispered thank you, fire and distant thunder, meets our target, the unfettered amongst us, beyond this daily blues, our days not met, fighting over what we do, I wash myself down, no matter the bet, if I'll last this shift, how the world cruises, through our little knot, nights presage a morning slew, on her sleeve’s a wrong, no one tells her yet, I think of the bonds, in houses we let.

Jay

Your smile lets you prance, for fear of being caught, by smart tongued chit chat, make all the bean counters, you show around the course, look and turn around, what wounds you’ve lanced, singing yourself hoarse, others call it balance, when those who rant, make you go taut, forget their glib answers, hold your nerve and ask, is this what they’re taught, sip vodka from a flask, regret those missed chances, work out the score, how to turn it around, don’t try to dance, those who are caught, will always fly to France, their eyes frozen.