Valentina

Ok Beastie watch me dance, do you know about lovers, when you think of finance, will you have peace, with your great troubles, cracked features unease, your broad brimmed hat, sits next to the covers, alongside dark glasses, you slice barbecue meat, with an untidy bother, hurl charred insults at me, don't care about that, waiters run for shelter, used to seeing you mad, prance my little Chief, sweat I'll make you suffer, carry your great history, let you love your mother.

Thomasina

Your mother said, a drop of blood, does not bring death, for sun, moon, the earth, will only bring truth, closer to your birth, neither in your stealth, nor for your good, can it mark the end, all the ones who've blessed, persuaded you to soothe, put them together first, if that makes sense, yellow sands and tidal floods, lets you love the best, your house forever bursts, patched and creaked by wood, it slakes all your thirsts, before the falling dusk.

Thomasina

Your mother said, a drop of blood, does not bring death, for sun, moon, the earth, will only bring you truth, closer to your birth, neither in your stealth, nor for your good, can it mark the end, all the ones who've blessed, persuaded you to soothe, put them together first, if that makes sense, yellow sands and tidal floods, make you love the best, your house forever bursts, patched and creaked by wood, it slakes all your thirsts, before the falling dusk.

Sandy

Alone at the bus station, you ask for a smoke, like an injured patient, in a green coat alone, someone who goes for broke, the prodigal girl forlorn, who sweeps aside elation, like convicts fix roads, in a desire for medication, wooden benches lie spoken, its the way you joke, drinking with sad blokes, no red letters of fragrance, lost in a lipstick brawl, when bottles are partaken, dark glasses won't atone, neither will telephones home, your heart's not of stone, tossed pennies fall.

Reese

He laughs like one of us, desert doesn't frighten you, his clothes hang in ruins, we go to meet the ones, my partner faintly rues, historians who've nearly gone, the almond trees bloom, on a bright lit afternoon, against a sea that's blue, nothing here is wrong, just the yellow truth, poetry of poverty's song, he looks like someone new, his old bones of truth, shine as the oasis soothes, he asks to hold my hand, his presence overpowers, the fragrance off the sand, makes me almost swoon.

Queen

She pins a shamrock on us, if literature's our freedom, we'd fill a Terminus, like a mistress school bound, would puff out her cheeks, listened to lives ill found, on Atlantic Avenue, where the wind freezes, she made us feel useful, Brooklyn’s steamy trams, her retirement at St Stephen's, jellies, country bands, she died counting the Angelus, listening to Blues singers, joy her last impetus, we stand on cold ground, Fulton swells our cheeks, ah Jesus, our dollars homeward bound, the bridge a moving season.

Phoebe

Your wind blown kisses, reach a maritime shingle, circle around the Ithmus, crossing the Atlantic, they dance and tingle, turn blue waves frantic, to escape from crisis, where crowds might mingle, sea birds wing sunlight, you skip in your antics, lips pursed and jingled, sea roses shine static, bourne of resistance, a resplendent canticle, pray safety his ship, it's worth being stoic, not remaining single, in shipping lane traffic, wearing his ring.