Miriam Four

We can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, listening to the sea, I catch her eyes snake, dancing on thorns, she treats me like a fake, each day of uncertainty, a protest in my calls, absence of how to feel, who wants to stake, a fear of being torn, so I wait, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, I say infidelity, doubts fog my days, I wonder if I'm born, hers in so many ways, we sit in the lee, wondering what's been bought, this isn’t me, another whisky call.

Miriam Three

What dreams have we kept, they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, we've heard the news, are not bothered, if they throw the rope, just let us, do what we say we'd do, faces as strong as stones, no need for your views, lessons from the Pen, carry tiny worms of hope, deep within our breasts, don't ask us to rue, what we know, cross streets or the Avenue, you might mean well, asking what we need to cope, if can you help, measuring up our bones?

Miriam Two

Your face like a cone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, far away from time, the daily conspiracy, is life on the line, your mouth a cruel loan, when your body pulls free, need to rest your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you and lovers seize, love from this ugly clime, every lie a fine toothcomb, dance like a honey bee, on the ocean stones, your house besides the sea, at the bottom of the road, brings some other fantasy, our bodies list and groan, let us dare to be, angels coming home, watching on TV.

Miriam

What do you care, that they stretch my face, as if you’d understand, the tune in blue trees, the web-like lace, spun on the breeze, you’ll still need to share, heaven's kissing gate, you put me in there, chained to the sea, the same as your gaze, a hymn to serendipity, it’s hard to know what's fair, your voice raised, lips that snare, down harried streets, no one waits, sugar sweet, you're not a dare, to sing so great, are you aware, how we pass the days?

Joe Four

We live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near, bereft of drama or lonely stars, our debts reach high, the journey’s never are, moon bright trees blink sere, lit with an inner light, no one hides their fear, someone makes a mark, another wonders why, it skips a happy start, lemons tart as tears, chill a ghostly birthright, don’t see the danger near, forget our shining cars, they won’t hear us sigh, we wait before the arc, this hell hole on the weir, allows no-one's rights, to be cool, considered, clear, walls scream strife and fire.

Joe Three

In a room that creaks, listening to the rain, she turns to speak, this is not my tune, she says, the song is too crude, words stuck in between, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, Paris and sunlit avenues, somewhere in Spain, free from the intrudes, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she pulls at my traces, her long legs and knees, outside’s a Magnolia tree, the bed's like a cradle, it ignores how it creaks, sometimes she squeezes, all the life that’s taken, still from the sea, love marks her day.

Joe Two

In a room that creaks, listening to the rain, she turns to speak, this is not my tune, she says, the song is too crude, walls washed green, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, Paris and sunlit avenues, not something on planes, free from the crew, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she pulls at my traces, her long gait and knees, outside a Magnolia tree, the bed's like a cradle, you can smell the sea, sometimes she squeezes, from one life taken, a manner to sleep easy, love marks her day