Sophie

Do we keep or burn, a love like gas, the flame turned down, you can demand the crown, now time has passed, you're not perturbed, on drugs you went to town, but you'd never collapse, there was always a prayer, on smokey brown chairs, with songs so crass, consider them trounced, all i did was have affairs, to hold you fast, raise you from the ground, let you warm and learn, lovers talk made you laugh, you never really did care, or say it would last.

Quella

When you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember this time, don't try to pay my fine, coming home you say, we don't need to downsize, smile down the line, wait for a dismal train, passengers like needles in sunshine, feted for your crimes, a bridge across the plain, lost in your own designs, it never turns out right, our youngest is a vagrant, sleeping, drinking wine, church bells ring and chime, please do realise your games, somewhere a solace flies, far away from pain.

Patricia

Eyes beat like fireflies, you are no one's fool, dancing on the bread line, they ask me why, this Sunday in June, one face of your Christ, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but gone beyond signs, crazy side of the lines, the way you move, your veiled over cries, your family's demise, the money you tooled, fueled lovers with lies, not poor nor error light, but a cracked open duel, it could be your highlight, what's going on inside.

added

bites a cotton handkerchief her face narrows in delay but gives no signal little wonder on that line like ribbons on a nosegay she bites a cotton handkerchief sunlight floods the gates.

Penny

Waiting for the train, an ordinary day a breeze, on methadone you never pray, Amtrack kicks up a spray, this isn't my scene. long journey nerves are frayed, its gone half past eight, she waves goodbye to dreams, i'm cool but burn with rage, the way she closes the gate, i still feel the heat, me who'll take the blame, carriage windows in the rain, it's never just to plead, that makes her shout too late, she'll always make me pay, you see what i mean, loving now with Tammy Ray, face narrowed to a scream.

Omaha

She measures a distance beaten, by public telephones, across fields of blue wheat, she won't bathe in wine or yeast, isolated but not alone, living by a rolling creek, a granny with rolled up sleeves, like the catechism she holds, and rifle next to the sheets, what better cure is a cry of ease, than to surrender perfume soaked, with a lover from the East, her drink is whisky free, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, she whispers her feelings, secrets like lemons are seeping, from her white garden wall, she thinks to defeat them, carrying this load.

Nula

Ride through a field of corn, my lover asks, dance like you were never born, an altar to pray upon, how can you live like that, my heart beats without scorn, i want to tell her soon, roar like a big cat, i'm not a fool to dream, flee this love that's torn, the kids are on the flat, my loving ain't done, spirit an ancient charm, from this little chat, gallop beneath a perfect sun, run before a following storm, its not much to ask, ride the rails, fly this form, adjust the Ray Bans.

Nika

Do you know better, wonder still if stripped, you read the letters, wiser than a caress, kissing your finger tips, wearing a little dress, Aretha your request, rolling off your hips, drinking San Miguel is best, forget easy duress, awaiting ships, the sun at its crest, Naples all undressed, but you laugh and skip, plenty of time to rest, dance a lovers set, forget what you've hid, Sixth Fleet back again, like little kids.

Nancy

Did you fake our marriage, you'd gamble anything, to avoid that passage, your daughter's carriage, all your could have been's, only trouble at that Vendage, was it different with others, including those who dream, called you to the barrage, unpolished clouds of image, while a calendar screams, siphons off what you presage, smells of river and rain, blowing dust on your schemes, your wild arrangements, howling for advantage, chasing numbers with ease, maybe you can calculate, reasons you're not free.

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Zani

I want to be free, says my lover from on high, my lyre at blue coracle speed, between her hand and the sea, eyes opaque as she looks at sky, her cigarettes wait greedily, she's on a funnel gazing spree, a horizon that's bright, she thinks she's a celebrity, the power is choking me, kind but sheds no light, on what she calls her mystery, she'll stand no scrutiny, places she knows she's right, its a short step to eternity, can't you please see, where in exploding certainty, the urge for harmony, fires rage at night.

Zulfina

I'm sat here in the lee, shuddering to be caught, this is not me, my lover is asking, a penny for your thoughts, what is right about infidelity, i see her eyes momentarily, dancing on thorns, read me inconclusively, oh its so useless really, being a liar adrift forlorn, waiting for the next scene, each uncertainty prays reason, will struggle to be born, alongside this feeling, i can't dream of empathy, a broken uneven wall, the booming of the sea, echoed in your call.

Yanni

I am silent like the breeze, we are leaving from Glasgow, i toy at pasta and think about ringing, but i haven't got the energy, she is such a miserable cow, this old friend of Louise, my new Italian girl and me, the American Bar is where she goes, different there from Barlinnie, where she spent time unhappily, i can’t let her know, what's been going on since Disney, she doesn’t really scare me, but thinks we can carry on somehow, brightly shining at our new party, in perfect sun the train's asleep, its almost like i'm going home, i paint my face with ease, it fits me when i feel alone.

Xanthia

Men, the colour of death, ask if we can cope, or if they can help, assist our search for wealth, throw away the rope. unmeasure lengths of distance, what dreams have we kept, they ask, the dopes, sat at the bar like berefts, do they think of us as lepers, like Diane Arbus in New York, laugh at us caress, our tickets from the Pen, the bleeding worm of hope, deep within our breasts, they ask about our breath, how long before we show, in trains on stations left, their look of gravestones.

Veronica

Where do we hope to be, our bodies twist and groan, in wine or over easy, worms of cemetery quarantine, resist their combing, and dance like honey bees, then you my lover seize, this time to make scones, in a house behind the sea, we swore we'd never agree, on Sundays to live alone, sunlight shifts the alley, how beautiful and so lovely, your neck smooth as bone, when my torso pulls free, will you help me see, your face by the water, somewhere far from ecstasy, tell us all we know ?

Sola

Your tune resonates, still hangs in blue trees, a web across my face, was it out side Marseilles, where you sang so clean, the year Lady passed away, couldn't get past your gaze, was shrunk on my heels, still hear that voice raise, you didn't hesitate, down fallen streets, you kept us dancing angel, your ma all broken rage, in that post war scene, before your fame, but what you created, before your disease, still leaves me prostrate, at your feet.

Skaya

If i asked for a name, to shame your dull life, would you think me insane, your consoling betrays, a greater hurt than mine, where does it lay, as i dance my evasions, whispering to the night, between you and hate, aboard the roaring train, bring me to the fire, make me sing like rain, to quell the burning flames, give the peace of Aquinas, teach me how to tame, the illusions i crave, thrill me with wine, love me with fifty claims, praise this time.

Ruby

What brings me to this night, lets me pray at previous tears, to the walls this life, when you can easily cry, or dance before demons, H block kids who wonder why, regular as the five and dime, lemon tart as their fears, knives a sparkly birth right, you see the creep of moon, stars are white and clear, before any whispered sigh, the cool evening night, bereft of drama or lonely pier, comes when debt's put right, see the road with inner sight, we live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near.