Dee

In the passage there's a fight, between the drinkers and vagrants, her youngest suffers in silence, some ports are a sty, behind the lip of alley ways, where the cruise ships lie, she goes forward with a sigh, a cool oasis mind contained, away from the tourist cries, their brains are fried, what you would expect anyway, by sun, sex and wine, stilled by a daughter dying, laughing like no one's to blame, she dreams of islands, waits a moment for a lamp to shine, the monastery’s sweet gaze, a loving darkness around her light, kneels to an ancient flame.

Dolores

You laugh the way you do, but it’s not the heat, the desert doesn't frighten you, that’s not you you say, these flowers stay sweet, even after the rain, you are like a worn shoe, brown and sixty three, before the wind rocked cruel, but you won’t blow away, like the autumn leaves, nothing disturbs your sway, just the yellow and grey, poverty you turned to dreams, lying back on hot spring days, not letting the doom crew, turn your head or make it seem, sad dancing at a Blues, stay with me.

Dimica

Before you came for me, asked me to carry the light, of law across the sea, you said it made you burn, a love you thought was right, bid mighty ships to turn, famed in daylight for their speed, their whispered sails at night, stentorian terms agreed, parchment sparkles in the bow, a power beyond my sight, three whole days you begged to learn, provided therapy for all to see, on cushions beneath my thighs, famed or broken ill at ease, you wailed out your misery, " let me love a child'', a broken tort on my knees, fury in your smile.

Caleah

More than any swollen eye, love holds the door ajar, a hair break down the line, inflated or on the wane, she can cry if she pleases, if the same happens again, home is not a pig sty, compared to that other hoopla, made by another's lies, who needs this game, she brings a doll's stare, the mental pictures she frames, by water she asks why, swears she'll go far, never forgets the war inside, Hell is on the fly, or the highway burning tar, she sees the harvest light, where's her Da ?

Ceyda

She's happy can't you see, she didn't want to be alone, there wasn't enough energy, you didn't treat her right, skimmed her like a stone, she never could shake those nights, you have to let her be, hair sailed out she dances home, did you see that rolling sea, a mirror for your plight, did she make you last to know, melted fudge angel delight, born in a cotton shield, she'd never deliberately throw, sand across your jelly beans, bluegrass rings down the valley, makes your blood flow, love we couldn't reach, now she steals the show.

Cathy

Our day is just beginning, i dance arms out wide, Burbo Bank is full of swimmers, she kills me with her thighs, next to me like a bride, she twists her twisted smile, a constant cigarette brimming, drips blue water at my side, a writer for the losers, I won’t say she’ll survive, her likes don't cross the line, like ships upon the tide, she isn’t called for giving, never understands a mother’s why, but doesn't want to sin, i could demand many things, Medea would use the knife, but why when you can sing, just praise the time.

Cally

Deep burnt eyes this January, her work sets her free, even if she loves spiritually, what separates her wooden nails, taut canvas lets her see, painting is a hero game, surrounded by the raging sea, she feels the pull of Liberty, lights her mis en scene. Our Lady frees the pain, in yellow nights of dreams, even if she looks the same, a bravura of scurried fields, maps the bottle, men she weaned, away from that disease, i'm doubtful of her sanctity, a winter of religious scenes, she pencils in another frame, splits another masterpiece. pain, energy, day miss, bliss, christmas, insist those uncertain questions, whip us everyday, to know cruel prison, can they see your feet, the mangrove ticks with heat, no fire or blue reason she won't ever see a horizon of celebrity

Carol

You'd gamble anything, my sister says, including a tiny waist, around your bones, do you ever retain, the time we spent alone, but you shied away, chased lovers like the rain, at sounds of break of day, going out as we came in, could you see us any other way, smoking your Marlboro thins, maybe now you laugh or groan, dance in sunlight forget the pain, never a need to atone, can't you feel the rage, us little ones displayed, confused by other's praise, is no one to blame ?

Bassima

Sister what was that time, when I sought out prayers on trains, sweated in your clime, did you catch me rocking, arms like drain pipes in the rain, it isn't me that mocks, the great poets of Alexandrine, God is not afraid, there is a love inside, see my tears and help me up, maybe we pay all the same, don't turn away my look, will you ever bide the line, play me into the game, say everything will be fine, anchors bind me like twine, freighters ply their ancient lanes, i sit beside the tide, cannot say your name.

Betulah

Do you know what to fake, or will a lifetime of greed, bring the love you castigate, sometimes i wonder, what's in your creed, your gift or number, what about the cries you make, often with a surly need, is it all part of your game, will kindness bring a future, a tremble to your knees, you lipsticked, high heeled loner, will you tell me on the freeway, in bright days of belief, that luck is not appropriate, we need not live by taking, knowing there is more to be, understand what we dissipate, weirdness you throw at me. try,die, cry, strive, strife pain, energy, day miss, bliss, christmas, insist those uncertain questions, whip us everyday, to know cruel prison, can they see your feet, the mangrove ticks with heat, no fire or blue reason she won't ever see a horizon of celebrity

Barbara

A needle truth is never drawn easy, especially on this campaign, why did you gild the lily, your ice cold fish knife, is no child's game, held towards my eyes, slash of metal from the crease, chasing glory these days, is this the woman you want to be, a siren of strife, who cannot be tamed, outside fire's odyssey, they loved you at Thebes, heathens chant your name, silk and gold on wine bright sea, you crossed the Peloponnese, but things are never the same, salt in your movement on the breeze, Africa in your gaze.

Barra

Who can resist, or diminish your flame, sometimes in a wayward kiss, hidden by mountains and scree, a terrible supply of waste, men drool at your feet, beware those who seek bliss, you turn to me and say, was i being remiss, the hollows tick with heat, you grant them little space, a wind is worth seeing, let them all go hiss, you say again, rage will absolve us, for everything we miss, we'll see troubles again, fall off the list, uncertain questions, shoved or tossed away, fools seeking justice, you hold the reins.

Bernice

Trees of a green beach, that your bones can't undo, spread by gentle breeze, a banshee wail of what to see, and what to lose, when it hits your creek, you lie before the enemy, will you slake their mood, hidden by wine and scree, a terrible supply of energy, unshaven workers drool, can they see your feet, it's hard to be discreet, what you've been through, so why laugh easy, the mangrove ticks with heat, fish hang stunned by pools, on yellow sand you redeem, all that bathe's you.

Brooklyn

Its an untidy little family, those three missed trains, when you left for Cleveland, was is it only a wish to share, that love should remain, alive at the vanished home, or are those lines too neat, in the wine you gave away, after singing in the streets, beyond the frosted glare, your bloodless eyes in winter rain, smoke blowing off your hair, wrapped around you like Teralyne, you’ll never change, our Ma used to say, a bed in the hospice scheme, orderlies rush with trays, no more whistles of childhood dreams, you laugh just the same.

Ava

I wake to a lemon light, my lover lies supine, everything now is all right, sunrise on the Levantine, where Cavafy lived and died, making verses to Alexandrine, in Arab clothes taking tea, an iron kettle on the fire, his heroes look to Constantine, salt whorls a global tone, swallows thrum yellow skies, her dancing shakes lovely bones, and exhausts the loins, of last night’s wine, she won't want to dramatise, or turn need to fight, the dawn of early disguise, lights from our Valentine, hot brown days go by. tidal stones draw them near absence of any pain as if this hurricane no fire or blue reason she won't ever see above us the sky looking out she sees the sky, her e cigarette treated, like a wing on the lee, a horizon that's bright, she thinks she's a celebrity, the wind is all seeing is clear.

Abira

Is it a sin to will you home, do only children dance, in years long gone, Verde warms the terrace bar, Campari, sunglasses, chance, you'll adore my shining car, a grave outside your bones, i pray at the gates of France, regret you haven't come, looking at you from afar, sellophane shimmer in far distance, who am i to name your star, sour ball dusk on your phone, starlings wing your electric prance, evening glints your perfect tone, will I see you again, feel awkward at your glance, drumming fires atone, my furious balance.

Aileen

How can i contemplate gain, acting like some forgotten seer, as if that hurricane, will protect my bones, make a river draw them near, a time to be sought alone, like animals of the plain, howl weeping towards our fear, can we ever love again, last winter by tidal stones, when we sat close to tears, was it like coming home, does our soul work that way, a trapeze of childless years, eyes trying to fix a place, where we don't hesitate, when she draws me near, the absence of any pain, suddenly is clear.

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We stand with her ashes, she made us swear at the ferry, we lay her down with her Sash, she cut a fine dash dismissed worries we levied, said life is but a flash, thank God for her cash, what it was not to worry, whirr of the morphine backlash, more than any drum crash, purr from a yellow reverie, are we not the people she asks, in the manner of her fashion, we all accepted tributaries, once as fired as Potash, Orange kids without a wash, proud at the morning jetty, cheeks pale as potato mash, her migrant epiphany.

Zena

I want to be free, says my lover from on high, between you and the sea, no fire or blue reason, looking out she sees the sky, her e cigarette treated, like a wing on the lee, a horizon that's bright, she thinks she's a celebrity, the wind is all seeing, kind but cold cabin light, she has hopes of eternity, it won't stand scrutiny, in places she thinks she's right, a short step to eternity, but can't you please see, on these long flights, bags shifted for harmony, weigh heavy at night.

Zulfina

I'm sat here aghast, shuddering at what i'd caught, thinking this cannot last, my partner is asking, a penny for your thoughts, how do i break her fast, i want to see her on the tap, dancing on thorns, a modern day iconoclast, Oh it's useless i'm fat, i'd rather be caught, on the next mountain pass, another screams avoid her crap, struggling to be born, i swell under Burlap, can't dream of your class, silken not torn, listening to your gasps, broken unsought.

Yannisa

When i was losing cred, you cried don't be undone, i won't see you again, you sent me ahead, dancing forlorn, where else but the tent, freedom a sense of dread, unlike Anthony Powell, who'd sat and read, having given a son to tread, a lonely path alone, lost like Pliny in his head, couldn't pray for rest, or listen to the stones, his manner always myriad, unlike mine let it be said, when our paths have gone, use lipstick instead, throw music at my storm.

Yola

How do we measure love, do you look at the sea, wonder if there ever enough, she talks of sleeping rough, and what it means to be, on top of that trough, its no use acting tough, better be at any cafe', make good of prison, no running or hurrying up, go to museums for freedom, drink wine by broken cup, not too many scruples, washing feet on desolation street, screaming her rebuffs, flips a coin sees enough, worse than jail she tells me, forsake it all delay the 'cuff, my grand schemes.

Yasmin

I was sighing 'you don't believe me,' we are leaving from Idaho, take drink and forget lethargy, but i haven't got the energy, she is such a giving soul, this friend of Marguerite's, my Italian friend says she, is recent to New York, but doesn't live there happily, maybe because she feels guilty, she wears a lovers crown, and only now sleeps fitfully, why do thoughts betray our dreams, or try make us atone, by staring at the empty country, in winter sun the train makes speed, it's as good as being alone, she paints her face for security, i hold the mobile phone.

Yanka

How do i treat this scene, looking neat on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face and green, mascara pushed down the sofa, eyes turned around discreet, fix this place like a dream, red and yellow dank cellar, she asks where've you been, my greatest days say Si, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side redeemed, she is like a gift from the sea, brings me Bollinger, at the next epiphany doesn't bother with history, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to drink to chastity, before i start to holler.

Yaya

What separates us from our best, does a sail make us shrill, our flight to change address, a raging thirst to assess, a map, some salt,let us kill, at the sight of your caress, any more to your requests, than nights battered or still, to fix our weathered compass, locate the inventive West, have us eat our fill, hope we pass the test, shape our days at sea or rest, face each wave or rill, struggle against each duress, send us back if we egress, be devoured by men or kids, by flame or water to confess, he who tempers will.

Yerma

She kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, dances like a fallen queen, talks of seeing, an artist bright and unfazed, called Jennifer Frean, who never left her street, tho' she traveled many ways, a young woman beat, that leaves me careening, hearing a midnight train, when love like Lorca's weaving, sends part of me reeling, falling like the rain, on St Anthony's quay, an empty feeling seeking, morning cafe' warmth and cakes, pain of the ladron stealing, across my face.

Virginia

Forget ferocious ease, or a justice sought, our daughter's genie, seeks explosive release, what cannot be bought, her sisters do not please, she shakes her keys, November in New York, it's certainly no Odyssey, filled with loving thoughts, for her concerned family, she stamps her feet, nothing better wrought, than the hiss of blasphemy, the issue of retreat, more than any human cause, won't dilate her screams, or satisfy her Karpie, who gurgles more.

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Sarah

Can you see me rocking, what flag have you unfurled, you feel inside my pockets, is it me whose locket, blows cold upon your stare, God is not for mocking, when a love blows softer, loneliness not for sharing, a fuse without a socket, take your callow offer, anchors won't bind this girl, ships roll by forgotten, we sit by trees and parking, your hand around my curls, laugh when i look startled, beneath blonde blossom, would you even care, why i feel so rotten, swollen beyond a dare.