Lala

Sometimes i am squeezed, with the smiles she makes, her manner sleepy easy, love lights mark her cheeks, Nina is playing, by the old Levee, when she was free, New Orleans was shaking, washed sea green, the moon her leader, knows what she's doing, in a magnolia cotton sheet, her long gait and knees, pulls at my traces, makes a whispered plea, does it scare me really, listening to the rain, in a room that creeks, then turns opaque.

Reina

mix this with soft o and soft u glove, love, rub, tub, dove,nub, scrub,plug,dug,rug, hard u, hard i You remember that tune, take your time, do you want me hum it for you, the face that haunts you, forgives all generous lies, draws your fire, beats true, will you who live always rue, mysteries of your line, hear rain tick off a boom, listen to the wind croon, shudder with the wine, down your next avenue, an ongoing family feud, the early shipwreck signs, a golden dawn flaunts you, marks your ruin, rubbishes all your designs, gathers the spirit, disses you, don't look frightened.

Rhianna

Does your husband's curfew, make you to suffer still, light holy candles be rude, give money to every fool, see you stumble, fall ill, draw salt at your blues, incant you with perfume, when life becomes shrill, cut your love collect dues, or will they see a river bloom, worrying at the chill, of someone else's moods, the ones who say see you soon, turn laughter to dust still, with dreams of good news, put you in a Catholic refuge, scrub away your thrills, hold freedom sing awful tunes, worry about your will ?

Roshin

Those little bits of you, ignore schemes that immobilise, you need more than hooks, don't settle for any news, roll, dance, find someone wise, stay at sea, or brook, philosophers who soothe, only the edge is fine, find your own truth, read all your books, they always give reasons why, don't overlook, your piece of ruin, seize the time 'as mine,' wear jeans and shiny shoes, fall for anyone's Blues, try to inspire, why you always pay dues, take me to the fire.

Rori

My time gone by unspoken, not even drunk enough to try, afraid of kids, family broken, our place gone by boarded, beyond the grave here's a why, love here feels crowded, bridges where we stand soaking, outside heaven’s why, you look shrunk and folded, a mystery horizon foreboded, come on love you sigh, sing a song don't blow it, feels like i've been sold, being brave only to try, and question this summer’s form, to rescue god or coax, a button from the sky, not just some little token, more to wear with pride.

Ria

My weekend sings, des chit chat, une espresso, when no one rings me, the silent majority, dejeuner avec lavorro, have no time to sing, not for them the sea, Martini, Amaretto, my coastline is free, of consumptive vulgarity, no lunchtime cornetto, needs vitiate me, let them scream, pasta, wine, siesta i'm my best Sunday dream, say stupid things, at evening's excess stroll at my beach, a lonely success.

Rona

She wakes in golden belief, the sound of a Holsum van, and wonders about a novena, each dance is a feast, moves her like no one can, every tune lets them see her, like the wood colour season, the bars are full of men, she drinks within reason, they rise to greet her, she graces them with elan, each sea green evening, but barefoot pays the heating, its better than having plans, a cabin makes it easier, if communion is a keeper, between rich and poor man, justice brings no lesion, she won’t refuse women.

Qudira

You laugh like Camus, the desert doesn't frighten you, your flowers hang in ruin, we go to meet the few, my partner faintly rues, writers who exude, an almond like bloom, on a weary afternoon, against a sea looking blue, nothing here to scare you, just the yellow truth, poetry of her tunes, she 'phones someone new, 'pillow talk' she soothes, ‘we're at the Belle D'Omjou,' come and see the view, powdered to make you swoon, her fragrance like glue, saturates the room.

Quare

Your failed blown kisses, reach a maritime shingle, crying across the Ithmus, down the Atlantic, they dance and tingle, turn the blue vista, to wriggle from crisis, waves tight mingle, sea birds dash the sunlight, where you stand faceless, for the terms fingled, by a wind lashed gate, high on resistance, you hear my canticle, a quotation of pieces, sometimes you miss, the remain to be single, do you hold consistence, instead of a ring ?

Queenie

She pinned a shamrock on us, as if literature was our freedom, the ones from the Terminus, like a school bound mistress, puffed out her cheeks, she listened to our issues, on Atlantic avenue's blues, where the winds freeze you, she made us feel useful, Brooklyn’s steamy closeness, her retirement at St Stephen's, jellies, anniversaries, toasts, she died at the Angelus, listening to the Swingle singers, joy her last impetus, we stood around coming close, Fulton street market, oh Jesus, our dollars and fancy clothes, the bridge a nodding reason.

Quita

Alone at the bus station, you ask for a smoke, are you a patient, in the green coat waiting, who goes for broke, the prodigal girl crazy, who’ll sweep elation, like Gypseys fix roads, in desire to escape, wooden benches forsaken, the way you joke, drunk on the pavement, a red letter fragrance, lost in lipstick, a ghost, your bottle taken, dark glasses no relation, telephone your hosts, your heart's not to blame, while pennies fall.

Quedesha

Your mother said, a drop of blood, does not bring death, not in your stealth, nor for your good, it merely slakes the bed, for sun, moon, the earth, it will bring no ruin, closer to your tread, for the ones who've left, persuade this one to soothe, things that fit together, if that makes sense, yellow sand, tidal flood, a late love at its crest, your house unending, patched and creaked by wood, mend your fences, before the dust.

Petta

Do you wonder unsown, beneath evening trees, as if you'll ever know, remembering those photos, of your family, spread all over now blown, in dusty places around, dancing like the breeze, down our street our town, and that one of your Da, the fellow he seized, Mother's words now Pa, looked after, time shown, Sunday suits clean, houses bought,money down, starched shirt, reposed, an army at ease, large hands still foreign, to that history.

Patsy

Do you wonder unsown, beneath evening trees, as if you'll ever know, remembering those photos, of your family, spread all over now blown, in dusty places around, dancing like the breeze, down our street our town, and that one of your Da, the fellow he seized, Mother's words now Pa, looked after, time shown, Sunday suits clean, houses bought,money down, starched shirt, reposed, an army at ease, large hands still foreign, to that history.

Pamela

Will you spend, a life of pain, trying to defend, or learn to give, by careful ways, make a shift, blow onto life, where fire makes trade, in difficult times, don't act in holy cradle, within your reign, all flames are wakes, what can you say, dressed in cellophane, sheltered from rain, you can buck the trend, chained to your gains, your love expend, to greater days.

Pilar

Ok, watch me dance, what you do with lovers, who know about finance, but have no peace, with all your troubles, your features ill at ease, your broad brimmed hat, placed next to Rioja, dark glasses,poor Caritas, you suck on Gambas, with a raging tolerance, shout Hijos de Huelva, at unshaven waiters, who run for cover, are my legs the shakers, that make you prance, our life left to suffer, carry on great artisan, venerate your mother.

Pietra

You tear me apart, i'm the fool you say, you're not so smart, to fly my web, or hold my face, say it's in my head, you look at the moon, ask wouldn't it be great, to live in Vera Cruz, my sanctity gone, she's poised but waits, in distance alone, the psychiatrist in her, . swears emotion is blackmail, i'll sell my shares, my wrinkled parts, i firmly state, are for your heart, she smiles,hesitates.

Orestes

When you waved ta ra, tried to make me shiver, i died at that bar, what you said was rotten, your love of ports and rivers, from your battered car, this lonely beach in my head, your stories all delivered, bottles, tar, tidal wood, your strings of denials, between carpets as my lover, left as reminder, a tide, to forget me when i thirst, or a tale remembered, that you come first, don't disturb lands of la la, or say love’s your ember, Santa Fe, Kobe, Antofagasta, somewhere you'll go under.

Mary

Don't leave it for someone else, at the house of the spirit, tell lies seal your depths, have me crying in your debt, pushed to my limits, perish that awful image, to be like canvas flesh, bones chilled like a relic, loved only by my friends, nail a horse in middle distance, wait while thirst is gritted, be the blessings of my drift, show concern my every instant, escape by ship with killers, take decisions on the torrent, rejoice with hidden incense, circle your life that minute, hands raised wind swept, you have my ticket.

Maisie

Strained in my moaning, small wonder in this place, heart beats against bone, bus ticket a turning wheel, blown by the rain, she listens to my weeping, laughs at all my treats, the useless games, needed to deceive, the foray of her visits, shadows yesterday's blame, tins chocolate biscuits, bites at a cotton 'kerchief, the ribbons of a day, sunlight streaks her face, a sea whipped home, a tornado for my cage, incarcerated lips groan, you're dancing again. alone by the beach wondering what to say or search to be, ignore their testimony, given by offertory, adore me offering no diety no need to break free see my swirling feet

Milly

Here's the question, why on a secret phone, behind a crushed request, you suffer whispers, in hushed magenta tones, a light yet sore trespass, the reason you’re like this, flushes within your core, to escape their hit list, a lemon colour of insistence, says you've been honed, to blow away insouciance, your voice calls afresh, no one really condones, a lonely time of sentence, you are careful of inquests, faces blue as bone, illicit sisters' cigarettes, you smoke as your own.

Madeleine

Round a futile exercise pen, try to guard your fears, no need to tell them, light a path to heaven, plan the atmosphere, a smoky hazy den, holds bones of lonely leaven, know the need for tears, you have done your seven, it brings no credence, no everything is here, keep Junk in the distance, a worn blanket around you, that picture's now clear, by jail and changed retinue, dream of quilted linen, sunshine on the pier, liberty not dinner, your time is coming near.

Mariana

There's no such release, alone by the beach, wondering who adores me, or if there are others, eager to leave, memories like lovers, mascara streaked faces, lemon blue by the sea, showing glorious taste, echoing in their bones, my Davy Jones’s feet, who say no need to roam, or search to be, ignore their testimony, given by offertory, coins dance easy, my insides screech, between home and conceit, i need to break free.

Louisa

The love you gave away, dissolved or delayed, keeps hurt at bay, in troubles or forgiveness, don't let it reign, by Calendar or catechism, stay sane of certain dread, that caps your flame, keep that in your head, the difficult questions, don't tell your tales, refuse requests, drunk as a banshee, to dance amongst trays, when problems rage, cafe's swell with rain, brilliatined waiters, whisper your name, seek solace every day.

Lorraine

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we thank you sister, for ignoring our resistance, and crossing the sea, supplying what’s necessary, telling us of distance, that resides out of reach, but should never be fixed, she cares who we are, arms swinging free, hanging like stars, from telegraph wires, or the sky that deems, to soften any crisis, by jellies and Christmas, as sunlight leaps, she let's no one forget us, knows it’s not easy.

Karen

You wait for my duress, and take me for your needs, spit saliva at the crest. children left without success, this cabin is your creed, you only crave excess, sobbing with the tide, power is your creed, across this shining coastline, my dreams echo bush land, of wine dark desert scree, Murray river's far command, we bathed and drank all evening, but you don't want to see, the wounds of my history, bewitched by my concordat, they'll tie my feet and spurn me, know i'm better than that, love lies weeping.

Kristina

God is my breakfast test, summer within a lover's storm, don't i feel blessed, smiling dangerously, with her twigging lymphoma, the troubles start with me, howling with tremendous being, her complaints grow enormous, she’s a lightning seed, for her own epiphany, a thunderous performance, before even Dejeuner, music roars from her Beat box, a fist inside me claws, opens another bottle, a Samuel Beckett palimpest, acting like she's never been born, please give it a rest, we dance around the floor. .

Janessa

Here's a thought for you, do you wonder who comes first, with all your time to rue, wish I’d never been born, ask if i thirst, when summer breaks its form, your canticle, the sea is blue, leaves you little time for mirth, or know each homeless fugue, was it by book or 'phone, you palmed your lies well versed, to know how i'd blow, will you try again this evening, to run cursed, from those lonely dreams, debts unpaid and hate accrues, stars and sails converse, they reach beyond your pew, it’s not me you scare.

Julia

Wind hush,bog splashed ruin, where is self besides the night, a simple wakening to love, then the breath rushes, like an Arctic skite, other times a jungle crush, we wrap ourselves in covers, under fear of dying, orange trees leaves whisper, sooth a city's muffled din, a snuffled dry exercise, more than her shuddered sin, how different this dark room, to other imaginary fights, my partner says we're doomed, other bars, twilight, rain gloom, she bites me, i ask her why, she sniffs and hums a tune, says I’m stupid to lie.

Honey

She was sinking slowly, we are leaving red Palermo, we eat pizza and think of home, it takes energy to roam, she is such a generous soul, this girl has stripped my bones, she's an Italian lover, a five and dime honey down home, but different from New York, where she works unhappily, we keep up a chatterful tone, since our time on Trapani, men who want to reach us, try to circle our thrones, fade into yellow nothingness, sunlit train tracks groan, nowhere like where we're going, she doesn't want to moan, paints her face for show.

Haya

Those highland whistles, lets you know, what her people would chisel, the corridor sourball blue, their wiles will show, her dancing smile in tune, garroted by your ready steps, she hurts you with her no, still looking above the crest, a knife wound to the sea, a young woman free to bestow, love to lowland harmony, the engine screaming, you realise by winter furlough, she’s not done dealing, for the lands of the thistle, she’ll only warm her toes, stifle yawns around a chasm, dream of places to go.