Sunday, 31 December 2017

Hank

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels the pain, or cares for my bones, a river rises all alone, beyond any time zone, when she sees my face, the running line of alcohol, red veined suddenly plain, a time to stay alone, a wolf howl at the moon, not like coming home, maybe i'll take a train, like last winter's love, we sparked around the Bay, who knows where's the flame, a trapeze of broken runs, does our soul work this way, how can i fasten fame, acting like some walking tomb, can we ever really say, what makes a country tune ? ,

Friday, 29 December 2017

Henrietta

On these long flights, side by side for harmony, we are cool socialites, why take a train, or a sail on the lee, this way there's no stain, so far we're right, who needs reason, bags weigh heavy at night, it's fun being away, we won't ever concretely, inquire about pain, a long silent right, that won't stand scrutiny, a morning cold cabin light, this horizon so bright, a diamond sun all seeing, she has hopes of eternity, I want to be free, she says from on high, below us the sea, who needs to wonder why? .

Thursday, 28 December 2017

Henry

I dream of her class, silken not torn, listening to the gasps, struggling to be born, broken unsought, i smell forlorn, i dance in the traps, struggling on thorns, a modern day iconoclast, shuddering at what i've bought, thinking it jejeune, a penny for your thoughts, what you say overlaps, now that she's gone, i hide under Burlap, I'm sat here aghast, how to break the fast, it's useless i'm fat, on the next mountain pass, i'll have her caught, love cannot last, stripped of thoughts.

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Helen

Your manner always myriad, where a life is blown, unlike mine let it be said, never mean she brings the sea, an artist bright unknown, for this old has been, if in danger of losing cred, you cry don't frown, I'll see you less, I never leave this street, and cannot pray for calm, she shakes her keys, with lipstick instead, her skin golden brown, she lights my bed, a loving need, for what is known, no sense of ease stamps her feet, our daily bread, is warm as toast, you who lightly tread, down this path alone.

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Hayley

What it means to cry, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, in your bones, you don't need a trial, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when all your measures fail, and you search for style, can you atone, when love forever fails, and shame marks your home, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, you always leave this way, drink wine from broken cones, search for desolate mail, throw stones at ghosts, say it's worse than jail, forsaken all the while, when you hit the trail, walk that lonely mile.

Monday, 25 December 2017

Gerald

A worn out empty feeling, seeking hot cafe' and cakes, the pain of something leaking, she brought me the news, like a gun man faces, when he knows the truth, never mean,she gave me the sea, an artist bright and unfazed, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to get away, she heard the Delta Blues, who never left her street, tho' she worked and saved, whatever young women seek, it sends me reeling, falling as the rain, on St Anthony's quay, kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, her smile's an absent queen, now she's going away.

Sunday, 24 December 2017

Gabriel

Tell me, tell me why, they teat me like a seer, my lips dissolve their cries, who says to run clear, call for stolen times, demand a veil of tears, i command a beautiful sight, candles scent their fear, bells ring out the night, my life contains all grief, a yellow robed proud engineer, fresh from their sleep, I walk like a man of dreams, through the city streets, they scream desolate screams, will they ring my feet, slash or burn my ears, ask the elders to entreat, our ship leaving Tyre, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, i'm ready for the spear.

Gerry

She seeks explosive release, what she cannot find, nothing seems to please, she won't hear good news, love is just a crime, a cover up for truth, hear the hiss of blasphemy, she doesn't do sublime, or give anyone a treat, why disguise the Blues, or nourish her mind, she's never there for you, she shakes her keys, December in warm climes, is no Odyssey, filled with loving need, for the family chimes, she'll stamp her feet, rather bleed, forget a sense of ease, or justice time, our daughter's genie, is another rhyme. no one takes you for a fool find an Ocean to play, if they think that crass, consider them gone, you're not perturbed, dancing on brown chairs, when you tell lover's lies, money you tooled, in a poor welcome light, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but no more sighs, bells of what you're doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, always opens the gate they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. when you geniflect

Friday, 22 December 2017

Gina

Nothing more to negotiate, sing a song by Frieda Payne, seek a holy escape, they're only bones, that bring you home, tell them you're not alone, reason says its not too late, to heal your broken gaze, like a brigand seeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, all of life brings you hope, not worrying about the rope, if you disturb the waves, bring direction into play, you'll always have your say, separate his take, for a distant tide or sail, find an Ocean to play, don't hide your gains, survive while a lover waits, step closer to the flame, temper fear, never wait. a knife to the bone plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care,

Thursday, 21 December 2017

Father

Could you even care, why i feel so rotten, swollen beyond a dare, have you read the news, within your open wallet, i'm in love with you, your hand around me curls, laughs when i'm startled, besides the running Burn, carry on won't you, under trees or car parks, i'll always stay true, anchors won't bind this girl, ships roll by forgotten, i'm not about to learn, go cold before your stare, God is not for mocking, when you kiss less fair, what flags have you unfurled, can't you see me rocking, is it me you've turned, lost among the blossom.

Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Frances

Sweet talk makes you curl, just say enough, Basta, never just a candy whirl, silken wraps you've thrown, but always collapse, face molded like a stone, plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care, life is what you own, if they think that crass, consider them gone, you're not perturbed, now time has passed, you're not that girl, dancing on brown chairs, singing songs that pass, your bum in the air, but keep or burn, your love on the gas, turn the flame down, make it last. the way you hook, when you tell lover's lies, money you tooled, in a poor welcome light, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but no more sighs, it's useless to hesitate, the knife's on the bone, always too late, never safe to heed, the bells of what i'm doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, always opens the gate they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. when you geniflect

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Ferdy

Please don't act all fine, playing your games, somewhere a chime, or maybe the blues, some lousy frame, it's always you, never turns out right, far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, what a bum tune, coming home you say, call that good news, naked from your crimes, no light across the plain, lost in your own designs, you haven't got a dime, waiting for a dismal train, passengers hum no sunshine, when you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember those lines, remember who gains.

Monday, 18 December 2017

Frederica

soft o, hard i, hard a you look like you rule, dancing on the bread line, who taught you the rules, you think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, what makes you so cruel, stuff going on inside, the face of Miss Cool, even in pain, your eyes are like fireflies, looking to make hay, the way you doodle, cooked over lies, is this what you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a cracked open pool, may offer you hindsight, but not born to fool, if anyone asks why?

Sunday, 17 December 2017

Frankie

You know what i mean, loving how the Rolling Stones, narrow faces to a scream, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if i atone, she always opens the gate, this isn't my scene, journey's nerves are cloned, long past where i've been, useless to hesitate, the knife is on the bone, it's always about too late, never safe to heed, the bells of what i'm doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, i unwrap the scheme, can still hear the groan, who will take the heat, when i'm coming home ? where are our ghosts the dreams we have kept, just leave us alone what we have left they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, . try hard a and soft a the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Saturday, 16 December 2017

Florence

From her white garden seat, she carries a load, that time takes to defeat, secrets like lemons steeped, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, she whispers her feelings, when lovers trick or treat, she surrenders perfume soaked, to drink whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, the bible takes a hold, and granny rolls her sleeves, a rifle next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, what better cure than ease, won't bathe in wine or yeast, isolated but still at home, there are no more feasts, she'll measure those beans, there's no public telephones, down fields of blue wheat, she's not alone.

Friday, 15 December 2017

Fiona

i'm not a fool to fawn, before altars or anything like that, my heart beats without scorn, i want to tell the sea, from my roaring raft, there's still a need to dream, spirit an ancient worm, from our little chats, sail into a perfect calm, need to spell this clearly, roar like a big cat, say this's not some scheme, from a love that's torn, losing life on the flat, my giving isn't done, ride rails, fly across dawn, adjust my Ray Bans, this girl's coming home, gallop through a field of corn, my lover asks, dance like you were never born, how's that a gas ?

Thursday, 14 December 2017

Francine

Forget that you're better, those that you kid, could they stick together, the Fleet's here for booze, like little kids. and there's more good news, love is not undressed, where you laugh and skip, plenty of time to rest, no time for Tuesday's Blues, rolling off your hips, it's the time for truth, forget easy duress, or giving the slip, to hopes at their crest, wearing a little dress, kissing your finger tips, Juke Box at your request, would you be lesser, wonder if stripped, you still read his letters, wiser what you miss ? i want to tell the sea, from my roaring raft, there's still a need to dream, spirit an ancient worm, from our little chats, sail into a perfect calm, need to spell this clearly, roar like a big cat, say this's not some scheme, from a love that's torn, losing life on the flat, my giving isn't done, ride rails, fly across dawn, what we have left they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. .

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Franny

Who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, i see her eyes awake, dancing on thorns, she reads me or takes, each day of uncertainty, echoed in my calls, an absence of feeling, who wants to stake, a fear of being torn, so i hesitate, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, what about infidelity, so useless really, being a liar adrift forlorn, waiting for the next scene, uncertainty forgets reason, wondering if i'm born, within this season, sat here in the lee, shuddering if i'm caught, this is not me, lemonade for thoughts. we can still blether we've heard the news, we are not tethered, throw away the rope, taking planes home just let us be, do what we say we'd do, faces strong as stones, no need for your views, tickets from the Pen, carry tiny worms of hope, deep within our breasts, don't ask how we slept,

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Evie

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, we are not tethered, or thrown away the rope, just let us, do what we say we'd do, faces strong as stones, no need for your views, tickets from the Pen, carry tiny worms of hope, deep within our breasts, don't ask how we slept, or what we know, on ships or stations left, see us as lepers, taking 'planes home, baulk at our caress, you might mean well, asking if we can cope, can you help, looking at our bones ? when you casll for grease you never throw stones What you created, whith me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, . try hard a and soft a wrapped in a cotton sheet, she pulls at my traces, her long gait and knees, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. the wind going boom it still beats true, heaven's a cover, want me hum it for you, hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Monday, 11 December 2017

Evan

Your face at the zone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all we know, far away from time, or daily political commentary, a life combines with mine, your neck smooth as loam, when your torso pulls free, helps me rest your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you my lover seize, love from this turbulent clime, resist life's fine tooth comb, dance like a honey bee, not the smell of scones, or a house besides the sea, at the bottom of the cone, some other fantasy, as our bodies list and groan, let us dare to be, angels coming home, watching morning TV.

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Elaine

a e o, try hard and soft a, care/understand What if you care, that pull on my traces, don't you understand, the tune in blue trees, a web across my face, spun on the breeze, you still need to share, heaven's no kissing gate, when you send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, those hymns to serendipity, hard to know what's fair, when your voice is raised, lips that snare, down fallen streets, no one runs or hesitates, sugar sweet, you're not a liar, to sing so great, were you aware, of passing this way?

Eamon

We live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near, bereft of drama or lonely stars, our debts are high, the journey is never far, a moon bright trees sere, each place lit with inner light, no one hides their fear, whoever makes their mark, another wonders why, clips a happy start, lemon tart as tears, chills a sparkly birth right, see the rise and demise, of easy danger near, before any whispered sigh, this prison on the weir, gives you the right, forgives previous tears, on walls is written life, cool,considered, clear.

Friday, 8 December 2017

Ena

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 somewhere opaque, free from the Bues, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she pulls at my traces, her long gait and knees, outside's a Magnolia tree, the bed's like a cradle, you can smell the sea, sometimes she squeezes, from life taken, a manner to sleep easy, love marks her day. .

Eileen

You pull on your gloves, take your time, say you're no longer in love, remember which tune, that forgives broken lives, it still beats true, heaven's a cover, when you reach that line, do you sing it in blood, want me hum it for you, hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, hold all those who scrub, live generous lives, don't always find the rub, like you never rue, mysteries of your crime, hear the wind going boom, listen to what's above, shudder with the wine, fly like a released dove, you're not frightened. before we go and blow it, what settles on the breeze, brave enough it rests nearby, detests a summer’s loathing, to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Dolly

Always sing your tunes, not scrub away tour thrills, when you need the truth, life is not some nosegay, that anyone can spill, or make you feel safe, give money to every fool, find ways to laughter still, draw comfort from the Blues, sing them every day, they will never kill, the love you give away, forever dream of good news, nor worry at the chill, if they put you in a refuge, douse yourself with perfume, life won't become shrill, see your petals bloom, don't let a lover's curfew, drive you to fall ill, act holy with his moods, reduce him to nil.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Dina

U I O Don't fall for anyone's Blues, sing on the wire, you always pay your dues, life isn't a stone, taken to the fire. why should you atone, whoever reads the news, think who is for hire, make your own truth, philosophers in their bones, say poison your desires, find your own home, read all the books, they always inspire, don't overlook, your little place of ruin, why be a denier, wear jeans rock those tunes, each little bit of you, everyone else enquires, give them more than clues, you're not a liar.

Monday, 4 December 2017

Deborah

Drunk enough to ask why, accept she's been chosen, before you deny, laugh at all her crazes, what she tries to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead her favourite lines, our time goes by unspoken, accept the heaven's cry. outside of your praises, neither shrink nor coax, those wonderful days, at the grave in time, to verify love's soaking, a cloud sails the sky, what settles on your faces, laugh at these cold bones, before you blow the traces, a flower at your side, just some little token, more than any pride, run from being broken. ,

Sunday, 3 December 2017

Davina

What you hold consistent, remains being single, swallows resistance, your search for the breeze, sometimes the tingle, the song of the free, do you hear my canticle, an assembly of jingles, sometimes you kiss, my quotation of pieces, i've learned to dangle, when you're on the sea, or do you stand faceless, each time finingle, a wind lashed promise, that you laugh guiltless, instead of that ring, on the blue Ithmus, will you turn sunlit vistas, dance and mingle but come back to us, all my blown kisses, across tide wood and shingle, what's not there to miss, waves on the Dingle ?

Dora

Why live in a haze, sheltered from the wind, battered like cellophane, best not to moan, or burn a holy candle, life is only a loan, do you buck the rain, scour the land, for a perfect phrase, in your worn out clothes, enjoy the contrast, you're not on your bones, make a step change, blow the ten grand, find love instead of trade, when someone groans, you don't understand, move out of that zone, chained to your days, can your heart expand, in greater ways, or not understand?

Friday, 1 December 2017

Donal

My good parts, i firmly state, are for your heart, i look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes around too soon, i'm cool my eyes dart, say wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, to go and live in Vera Cruz, she's poised but waits, doesn't hear more bad news, a psychiatrist for her part, emotion's only a name, i'll sell the car, she'll take it that far, smiles and hesitates, kisses me beneath the stars, you tear me apart, i'm the fool you say, you're not so smart, she holds my face.

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Daniella

Make offers to sweet Diety, no need for grace, or greet my swollen feet, strained in my moans, i wonder about this place, heart beating against bone, bus is a churning pity, blown here by the rain, don't listen to my weeping, alone in this grotto, i wonder what to say, or how to atone, for all my testimony, given this day, what price is offertory, when his jokes kill me, the useless games, part of my inventory, i don't plan to deceive, wrap ribbons around a cage, but wish to receive, sunshine on my face. .

Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Charles

Tunes jingle and play, my insides screech, i need another day, between home and missing you, help me to say, what i need to do, my tear streaked disgrace, lemon blue by the sea, shows what a waste, how to kill the truth, by my own conceit, a conscience to rue, maybe others are late, eager to squeeze, memories from a lovers face, they echo my distaste, a coward's retreat, no hope or shape, but if there's a way, i'll go and smile easy, knowing what to say, when i'm released. solace every day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone have i got your number, do you limit, that cliff edge wonder, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Candice

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters groan, in trouble you'll need, solace every day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium for your bones, try to stay sane, no one atones, the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone have i got your number, is it in your creed, do you limit, that cliff edge wonder, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Monday, 27 November 2017

Chrissie

what's left of Chrissie she laughs and hums a tune says its stupid to lie this is just what I do we skirt whats in the room, she gives another sigh children late for home, more like a whispered ooh her failing sight the same snuffled exercise, more like a whispered ooh, her failing sight, its a strange sight, to see below the ruins, a fear of flying,

Cressida

We're going nowhere, she doesn't want to moan, paints her face dead slow, she has stripped my bones, has an Italian home, doesn't care for show, says I'm sinking you know, different in New York, keeping up a cheerful tone, since our time in Rome, men with iphones, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, eat linquini and think of loans, it takes energy to tow, such a generous soul, if we have to go, make it with soul, ease the blow. around your lies has she got your number, is it in your creed, do you limit, that cliff edge wonder, beingg witness to your ease, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces knowing not enough to see, would you tell her in sin, instead of the jib, something to be rid with someone like you, better face the doo doo, tired of this campaign, chickens breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that warns of easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Clarice

i'm not your drip, nor the big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, has she got your number, to bring you to live, if it's in your creed, or do you limit, that cliff of wonder, bring witness to your ease, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces of drift, knowing not enough to see, what's in your gift, would you tell her in sin, at life's end in weeds, or was it all spinning fibs, instead of the jib, and a lifetime of greed, if we knew how to give, we wouldn't need. child’s game, chasing your days, around your lies, golden trinkets spin delay, you hit them on the make, only fools hesitate, with someone like you, better face the doo doo, tired of this campaign, chickens breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that warns of easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Friday, 24 November 2017

Chuck

Face down terrible claims, no star can refuse, your outrageous shades, you who wonder why, the canons of virtue, feel those cotton stripes, this no child’s game, TV mikes blare fake news, chasing your days, around your lies, golden trinkets spin delay, all your crass disguise, iron bars on the way, what y'doing being blue, you hit them on the make, only fools hesitate, with someone like you, better hold the doo doo, tired of this campaign, chickens glazed like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that warns of easy treasure, against the water's might, the Americas near or far. by mountains and lakes, lovers only hesitate like the sea off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives estuary wide, beams where my heart sank, she never left a family’s side, but came here to sing, a woman who knows her rights, her lungs like a tank, that bellow any time, could prise open a bank, next to me like a bride, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his daughter, a voyage for their heirlooms, set your almond eyes blue birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the law not present desire, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to condone, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you delegate,

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Cathy

when bells ring out the night, will we make our mark, like a song beseeches why, the land within our sight, a warm embrace by semaphore, give me your sweet sign, in darkness and green light, our lives near Trinity Bar, say you are my sight, the Americas near or far. by mountains and lakes, lovers only hesitate a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous night like the sea off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives estuary wide, beams where my heart sank, she never left a family’s side, but came here to sing, a woman who knows her rights, her lungs like a tank, that bellow any time, could prise open a bank, next to me like a bride, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant why,

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Bernie

Times that brought her, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of autumn, to let others condone, that passing disease, of a broken home, more than any daughter, she'll do what's needed, holding her laughter, love seeps around her, it reaches her knees. like broken water, a used loading stone, she stands by the sea, swears she'll never atone, for matters corporate, she knows what she's leaving, stuff fought over, fixated or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if anyone cares, s life isn't easy.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Bailey

Who knows if she's right, when she can demand anything, sunlight,water,sky, like the sea off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives estuary wide, beams where my heart sank, she never left a family’s side, but came here to sing, a woman who knows her rights, her lungs like a tank, that bellow any time, could prise open a bank, next to me like a bride, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant why, tobacco blonde full of lies, a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous night, she dances in the tide her day is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive and winning. my mother says keep true, but she doesn't rate, our love running smooth, if it brings me back to you, by mountains and the lakes, then let's do what we do, don't melt me lemon blue, my yellow hair is sweet, it blows down the avenue, flowers only hesitate, our trips to secret venues, lucky to pass this way, each evening celebrate. no one out to get you don't worry about the Seer, take life by the core, pray to broken laws, don't divinee yourself by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, throw looms at scooners set your almond eyes blue birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the law not present desire, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to condone, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you delegate,

Monday, 20 November 2017

Briony

Make me swoon, take me as our fate, to hell with rumor, my mother says keep true, but she doesn't rate, our love running smooth, if it brings me back to you, by mountains and the lakes, then let's do what we do, don't melt me lemon blue, my yellow hair is sweet, it blows down the avenue, flowers only hesitate, our trips to secret venues, lucky to pass this way, the moon's above the slate, no church reason or virtue, let us zoom away, i'll dance with you if i'm not too late, bring you ribbons, each evening celebrate.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

Beattie

Signs we fly away from, some won't make sunset, scattered,sundered, god's associate due, the astonished wonder, hearing whispered thank yous, fire and distant thunder, why we had to run, the unwashed amongst us, never mind the news, I feel myself crumble, what price for this crew, beyond our daily jumble, our days not meant to hover, fighting over what is done, how the world slumbers, at this illicit silver, night winds sing forever, my arm holds a lover, his sleeve a chance number, i think of the others, their faces a sweet mirror.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

Bernard

Your smile tells me prance, but a fear of being caught, by smart tongued chit chat, has all the bean counters, you show around the course, smoke and look around what others have lanced, watch me sing myself hoarse, what you might balance, where others have danced, you rake me worse, with your faded flowers, you hold my hand and ask, is life what we're taught, sip lemonade from a flask, forget the past, you know about horses, how to turn them out, won't you take a chance, forget these losers, come with me to France, they have lovely waters.

Friday, 17 November 2017

Bill

cold white hate stokes my fear citizen comrades at the gate, give money to schools, i smile like a fool, there are no bad tones, blown along weather zones, don't worry about the Seer, we are never alone, pearl doves arc above, where else can you go tell me the truth, is my vision so slurred, you need more proof, a lifetime given to moan, fly to those who live, fresh linen and eau de cologne, always makes them groan, you wear a red raincoat, you are not alone, millions come and go, luminous as frozen stones, take life by the core, pray to broken laws, don't divinee yourself by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, throw hierlooms at the moon say your almond eyes are ruined birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the law not present desire, hope on a midnight wire, a young woman without curfew, and you want to go cheat those Blues, in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to condone, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you delegate, a promenade revolution.

Thursday, 16 November 2017

Brian

Don't need a shrink, a new lover somehow, give me time to blink, what i might disown, like a bar's clown, a farm full of stones, know what you're thinking, i won't need a plough, the intentions bright zinc, a display from the town, contains what i've sown, mobs rage for the morrow, I dance on the brink, though a whole summer furlough, gathers and sinks, my politics are dull pink, the heat off my brow, is enough for a sink, shall i drink more drink, will they ship me now, face like an ice rink, who cares to sorrow ?

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Bitter Bert

What might have been, is not fair, for a life of ease, don't sing me the blues, you're not that aware, to run from virtue, blowing like steam, your eyes flared, you single out a scream, tell me the truth, is my proposition so slurred, do you need more proof, at drinks on glossy evenings, would you not care, nights i played the beat, look at me i seethe, is it my grey hair, do i need new teeth, can you love me, do you think you dare, the way i aim to be, are you scared ?

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Bella

Your star is coming home, beside police cones, in gardens you lie prone, you whisper love, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face a moon, like saints show their bones, a song massages your soul, makes you drink alone, pearl doves arc above, a lifetime learning to moan, fly to those who give, fresh linen and eau de cologne, always makes them groan, you wear a red raincoat, you are not alone, millions come and go, to seek the right tone, luminous as a frozen stone, above the credit zones, your search is to coax, before taking loans. r live life by the score, leave me here to stew, pray to broken laws, say you won't leave home, only fools give you due, don't divide me by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, throw hierlooms at the moon my almond eyes are ruined birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with my btroom in our bones we're ruined not present desire, hope on a midnight wire, a young woman without child, around my fire, she descends by mountain hue, and you don't want to go against those Blues, in this summer light, you leave without a phone, home provides no clue, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, don't try to condone, all your cards are marked, you're never that far, don't stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, from where you delegate, at the promenade bar, i think you're great,,

Monday, 13 November 2017

Billie

You pay a heavy score, my almond eyes are ruined, love is raw, can you feel my bones, like a scalded broom, strapped to a useless cone, live life by the score, leave me here to stew, pray to broken laws, say you won't leave home, only fools give you due, until i've paid my tort, don't divide me by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, hard stuff like this door, fools live out of tune, then run away doomed, break holy orders, drain summer into June, stuff you swore, hurl heirlooms at the moon.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Billy

Ask me to ferment desire, a place without windows, around my fire, she descends by mountain mule, to warm her toes, are you still a fool, a young woman without child, love free to bestow, it's been a while, the cabin smoky blue, her smiles don’t khow, what your ancestors refuse, hope on a midnight wire, more to life than show, dreams by the cold light, you look to do right, the chance not to blow, a long road to paradise, her dancing smile belies, she won't hurt you with no, but wants to align, your joys and sorrows. to where life is short, rage against these Blues, in this summer light, you leave without a phone, home provides no clue, no book or upturned stone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, don't try to condone, all your cards are marked, you're never that far, don't stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, from where you delegate, at the promenade bar, i think you're great,

Arden

She blew flame across tears, shared jokes in the dust, then disappeared, i knew her in jail, a woven blanket for our lust, always cheered me never failed, what brought her here, with her smell of musk, a woman so clear, ice blue as the rails, rode them till she's bust, absorbed all her days, not anyone could go near, that pie without a crust, where she has been, she haunts me like deer, i did what i could, smoking a cigarette she appears, i put away the years, her lovely lined face thrust, laughing over a happy beer, geese rise in the dusk.

Friday, 10 November 2017

Anita

You say up our game, ask how much we chance, shuffle between us what remains, listen to our muted song, who would ever lance, the need to belong, watching the rain, sheet down a naked path, you won't let me hail, the ease of crowded bars, cargo ships and shining France, rooms with dark marks, red lips white faced, cigarettes smoked and laughs, wine sipped and champagne, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, wish we weren't wrong, standing by unlit lamps, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting like tramps, for kindness to pass. fling the watch away you always play the fool lilac as a fallen snowflake, ry to make life smooth nothing more to say they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great, longing for what we soothe they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great,

Thursday, 9 November 2017

Abner

Since you've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the reddened stone, its all finished for you, no one still at home, to watch the time of day, hear it sing the blues, nothing more to say, you said you had to go, always played the fool, laughed like a bag of bones, your walls are now grey, where's your tobacco, you've eaten all your cake, confined within that space, what is there of truth, lilac as a broken snowflake, you feel the joy of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons not that great, take it as your due. they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great,

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Amanda

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, northern cities aren't nice, could as well be space, stars and sea like glue, put some food on our plate, all we seek's a better life, accept what we can do, to shelter all their spite, our song still resonates, a feeling far from Blue , wait till you see my weight, the village is our life, always something for you, not window naked transport lights, this is what we create, to sing with our crew, we didn't hesitate, home is our easy night, where we look for truth, maybe it's the way we try, longing for the South./ longing for what we soothe

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Alma

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall. if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, then i love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, they call you miss Fortune, pretty before a using time, didn't see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented soul, that gaze within our sights, the wind blows cold, clouds ride black and bold, in nights of autumn fire, i sing to atone, stars come out like ice.

Monday, 6 November 2017

Annie

When you see a fading star, does it fill you with ease, know they're not that far, but If its children and dogs, just stay like you are, in a warm hazy fog, send me to Mars, on the path of tranquility, i want to get that far, if it's not what you want, from the promenade car, all the stuff you don't, holy water in your font, all my fires marked, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, clinging to the sea, feel like ziggy stardust, a frog in a jam jar, a scattering of all my needs, like ashes on the bar, bring me space serenity.

Sunday, 5 November 2017

Artur

I feel like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my table, orange dishes by measured paces, feed my enormous frame, not a picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing out life is done, unshaven waiters, in gas fired winter cafe's, often see me faint, women before me claim, oily buttered hair on trains, my hundred ways, paintings are what i nail, museums have a lonely grace, my uncertain forays, I stare from the canvas, that's really my fame, the world my caravan, to master my name.

Arnaud

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, shocked that i'm broke, echoes of an empty disease, a doctor's sad holiday, is no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss brings no certainty, when your seeking a loan, songs of a dismal diagnosis, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, the marking of zones, shades the infirmary, it cradles my bones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from the cafe's, and i like to joke, make chancer's pay.

Saturday, 4 November 2017

Arnie

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, or seeing anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, i hadn't got a clue, in that post war rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me with dancing crews, put jelly on my bones, before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, then you started to waste, i played successful tunes, it was a different age, your tune still resonates, still hangs in what i knew, but a web crossed my face, you didn't hesitate, said stay with the truth, but keep away from ingrates, now when my voice is raised, i have no need of you, down these alleyways, you don't see much view.

Friday, 3 November 2017

Artie

When you see the moon creep , between stars white and clear, I only hear alarm bleeps, before any whispered sigh, am working with a bombardier, who brings me to this night, I've fallen in too deep, to remember previous tears, what lies beside the reap, regular as the five and dime, darkness occludes our gear, a knife's sparkly birth right, these walls bring alive, what I bought so dear, dance of demons would wonder why, the cool evening night, bereft of drama or lonely pier, comes when a wrong's put right, see the road with inner peace, I'll live or die from here, wine isn't cheap, but takes away the fear.

Thursday, 2 November 2017

Alfreda

Cocaine is our baby, we accept her burnt cheer, bring us the cradle, stroke the city of stones, down an avenue so clear, she wears different clothes, case of lovers in our trading, we handle them without fear, good parents these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, except our paranoia, never willful or on show, no need to be near, the nightmare unknown, that's for the ashamed, who portray all their gear, i'm a decent lady, anyone has me arraigned, lawyer friends whisk me clear, of troubled local states, please go away, nothing's left to fear, with guns I won't hesitate, going to be a different baby, in these turbulent growing years, forget everything lazy, help my teething years.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Alvin

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, thinking of what you've bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays and Valentines, what we buy that's caught, down pipelines of the vexed, wonder what we're doing, with women Online, who will pop up next, and ask for our time, generally divorced, light through a dark vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the rest, will anyone give a call, draw a bundle of noughts, these compatability tests, supposed to be joyous, just like all the rest.

Monday, 30 October 2017

Asia

She has such a giving way, she brings me Bollinger, on Christmas Day, what can we do alone, without repentance, in circumstances of our own, wine pours down my face, like a Christening, she fires the Angel cake, are we here or gone, she hasn't got a pot to piss in, we laugh at the unknown, choose to live or waste, cash our lives in richness, called upon to pray, her slumber a loving say, like rhythms of the sea, and the trips i'd made, my greatest days, awash in her forgiveness, are enough to celebrate, that beautiful spirit.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Alex

Can you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, look after their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving at Crosby, every part of the gloam, suddenly drained, and we're alone, you grab my feet, guide me through the play, my troubles ease, in the wind blown lee, I hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons like these, you wonder why i pray, buy me chips and peas help me snort cocaine.

Andrea

Your house beyond the dunes, roses billow beneath the sky, will death bring you truth, all poets die intestate, however things may lie, throwing rages at their mates, even God is not immune, but there's a love inside, he won't be duped, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how they cried, anchors bind my feet, it isn't me you fool, dying in the tide, don't you know he loves you, all our different blues, left hanging out to dry, all the lovers too, come to say toodle doo, their pillowed troubles light, a relieved and laughing crew, debts gone from their eyes.

Saturday, 28 October 2017

Artie

By a train last night, i swore faithfully to Jesus, no more of that all right, a woman travelling to Naples, rocked me gently, and said everything's OK, she talked of a writer, called Andrea Camilleri, and kissed me quietly, I take photographs with lights, I see what others don't see, how the girls have died, when you know they're made, glamorous, perfect, serene, it makes you scared, to see them without life, don't mess those heeby jeebies, my soul strung out tight, beg help on St Anthony's quay. to a perfect nought, every part of thought, in their eyes amour, fresh linen and Eau de Cherie, the soul of lost hordes, all of them taught, by the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, I see the poor, cross Catherine Street

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Alan

In any place, when you figure it, there's always the Old Lady, boiling washing bits, while a hoover gyrates, and all the new gadgets, that go with a living wage, her hands can fit, sitting here in outer space, the universal launderette, spins before my face, music from the Web, rolls across the port frame, hey man change the cassette, it'd be a cheek to say, man what is that, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, is not me whose afraid, that love doesn't exist, my wife and my mate, are to blame for this.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Anna

By the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, I saw the poor, cross Catherine Street, in their eyes amour, fresh linen and Eau de Cherie, the soul of lost hordes, some drive a Chevvy, they laugh as they walk, who needs a dime, when they are brought, to the Sultan's party, all of them taught, you don't need an inquiry, when all truth is caught, then buried, and every part of thought, has been divvied, to a perfect nought, please make them identify, the apertures, between moon and the sea.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Aoife

Sometimes with the spray, you just don't know, what you have to pay, the same with dough, and other times dates, don't know where it goes, just when you pray, you need a blow, another one turns up late, how they break my bones, think if I hesitate, I can get out alone, forget about finding a mate, sunlit hills come with stones, maybe I'll have to wait, need lightness not moans, wine to sip not gyrate, around crowded bars to atone, stating its a happy day, listening to song, a cigarette to create, an atmosphere of home.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Anais

In a supermarket yard, lovely face wretched, torn by pain and dark, naked not decent, the trolley for a cross, next to where they take bets, a spirit without spark, laid there to rest, its a rare clerk, not put to the test, when clearing the park, to be at their best, she works at Primark, and shops in Netto, but it was so stark, she could never forget it, it didn't soar like a lark, near to the convent, is there ever a chart, to give us a movement, bring food to no marks, each of us a vagrant.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Alicia

Who do I want to be, Rab or Phillip or Elaine, Seamus or Frankie, if I let them stay, to warm the ashtrays, around my fire, will they go on their way, then I realise, with the crackle of leaves, listen how they, talk beneath September trees, about being free, running with the sea, splashing in the spray, from the Atlas breeze, to the great bulging Cape, mighty rivers unleash, tears across my face, i'm telling you baby, you're a fool to go away, the cafe'where i keep, guard to burn the flame. a leather glove you had nowhere to go the year of the blow the year Lady died, set the doves free, the colour of the need

Saturday, 21 October 2017

ava

Ice and blue morning, colors of the Argentine, between Me, and the amber need, Ohio under snow, geese and barren tones, my hair appears to grow, white on my shoulder, sloping, honking, to the New Year, am I lucky, or just at ease, why I fought so hard, to stay with you, standing in the yard, like a GI goon, you sang to us, back in Brooklyn, the year Lady died, it's quiet here now, fifty years later, i still hear the laughter.

Friday, 20 October 2017

Alma

Mary the Catholic Queen, would not let saliva, be spat into the spleen, for son James's baptismal, common for left footers, and Scots at that time, I stood by an unlit lampin, waiting for my wife, she never turns to dreams, such a palaver, waiting by the Tweed, like a Sunday chancer, a tree a lamp an uncertain weave, near Stirling, what a fucking heave, thinking of Alexander Trocci, his New York leather jacket, and Jock Stein's mate, who ran the Italian cafe,' and mourned each day, Who brought us down, i wanted to shout.

Alana - the new 22's,for the salad of the bad cafe

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, going out the door ajar, the same calendar, my daughter says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, then she bought a car, the Rotunda, won't see her park, right from the start, so bewildered, she jumped the bar, my Ma, ten years after, i still hear your laughter, from Ireland and me Da, grateful to be a juggler, under oranges in a barn, love never hungers.

Friday, 29 September 2017

Zuna

She starts to gently croon, your life is in my frame, won't you come with me soon, the difference in a dollar, she acts like Kurt Cobain, on wooden stools drinking vodka, no note of impending doom, my new friends are game, nothing here suggests ruin, no one to feel your collar, we've gone beyond shame, like a euro millions rollover, what passes for the truth, she resists just the same, prefers to stay paper aloof, which of us is not like you, as we laugh like drains, think of us as Blue, are you insane ?

Thursday, 28 September 2017

Zola

She dances like a scarecrow, that's what she'd like be, someone that the wind blows, doesn't need a path to search, her demand to be free, measure distance lurch, don't worry how she grows, thinking only of the sea, it isn't her last throw, she doesn't do hurt, will never go gently, could you see her in church, even if her hopes are torn, she'll put it down to destiny, not fill her heart with stones, she doesn't want to be alone, but sometimes it's the honesty, that won't let her drone, or take it easy.

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Zeela

Birds can't start their tune, the moon is in her wake, she asks if i like the blues, sat in bars making bets, she sits with her tiny frame, this is how good it gets, like a match stick in ruins, her eyes fill with shame, in this her office room, she doesn't pay rent, it's just a game, she'll go and live in a tent, a dingy drop a cracked spoon, she asks if i'm insane, to sit in this saloon, she knows what it is to lose, but comes back again and again, there isn't much to choose, to her it's all the same.

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Zelda

The nurses sneer at jokes, far more than any keep, our lake skims with stones, i check inside again, wonder where we go, to escape the falling rain, each Sunday the wind blows, where we sleep in quarantine, no one needs the scarecrow, we listen for lonely trains, hear their empty echoes, whistle around our pain, when sunlight lifts our moans, we try to swim out deep, won't make promissory notes, the future's not ours to know, with all our daily needs, it's a gambler's last throw, fire burns at our feet.

Monday, 25 September 2017

Zala

If you'd please only see, in this strange lantern light, ballast carries no sympathy, you cough a cigarette throat, look at your swollen thighs, drink keeps you afloat, you'll stand little scrutiny, God knows if you're right, but this trip's no guarantee, between you and the coast, what gets lost at night, no wind chills the you most, you knows what it means, to lose dreams even slight, otherwise you'd scream, 'Dump me in the sea,' a demand from on high, no fire or blue anemone's, between you and the tide.

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Zanzibar

A tune as sweet as day, to settle in our bones, help us find a way , we sit side by side insane, leave us all alone, all my friends the same, before they make us face, bitter seeds they've sown, dangerous moments in any game, my eyes fill with shame, all the love we've known, the only song is blame, what does it take to praise, when you deal with stones, that bloody you and break, don't make haunted faces, at promissory notes, the moon will let you slay, their callow jokes.

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Zari

Will they bind my feet, use me in the old ways, understand my deeds, i leave it upto you, with your demented dreams, how to play this tune, as memory of home fades, will you let me see, those somnolent graves, of someone else's purlieu, in gardens of Gethsemane, don't ignore the few, in acts of love lie grace, when we struggle to greet, bring phosphate to our days, in songs as fine as lace, my voice is full of ease, somewhere in its trace, falls among the free.

Friday, 22 September 2017

Yuna

She dances on Hawaii, that's what she'd like to do, can we give it one more try, a love that's blown, by trade winds back to you, makes it the last throw, worms of the cemetery cry, quarantine as their due, every night the same fight, and you my lover throw, lies at every truth, that reach inside my bones, you could never say Hi, or walk suburban avenues, your tome's beyond the sky, a shipwreck looks for signs, don't sit and sing the Blues, or ask a pirate why, the perfume that you choose.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Zika

You say 'get me high, as if i'm on the plane', we thank you for the great divine, all the blessings he bestows, touch and feel of rain, are you on the ropes, you say you've had your time, as if it's a culmination, it's better not to lie, now you're going home, will you take a train, or with herring gulls blow, down Galveston's western side, where they know about pain, when something's not right, my wrist around you slides, now you're on your way, don't wait upon the tide, life begins today.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Yuta

Don't hurt me in the old way, another chance to understand me, make soft and gentle forays, Nitro Glycerine is your tone, i understand your plea, you are scared to be alone, always frightened slow to grace , a ball of oppressive feet, no act of love guides your day, but somewhere in your bones, you will have to face, the damage you have sown, who is this tune for anyway, you whistle near the sea, happiness you say, is it what you crave, in order to set me free, is this how you praise, to choke on hopeless dreams ?

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Yaya

If we're good we will address, all the love we're holding still, by train or water to confess, take time out to pray, where we'll drink our fill, GPS to mend our heartache, shape our days on roads at best, our eyes beyond the hills, help us face each duress, desert bones a skeletal frame, a map, some water, we are shrill, at the sight of early rain, who decides to give us rest, will a ship bring a thrill, our flight to change address, hope's more than any caress, with other nights to kill, fix our battered compass, keep us going 'till.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Yosa

Place south east of Baltimore, what it means to be, outside fire know the score, no windmills on hills nearby, just a dirty little creek, what do you expect to find, measure wine or the law, you can’t wriggle easy, from this institutional core, there's a collective cry, why build places like these, the waste they describe, certainly don't you moan, or try to seem deep, to take life on the jaw, she listens to the roar, her family on the cheap, she is going home, she wishes by the sea.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Yanka

Without a Sou or Dime, i don't like who I've been, darkness fills my crimes, I've chewed on bones, when fighting fills the screen, screamed to bring it on, first she leaves good wine, a rug around my knees, who can mess with her designs, but i won't atone, off my face on crazy C, instead gather up the rope, her spirit makes me cry, she's like someone from the sea, every day I think i'll try, I really mean it this time, can't take the third degree, scowl at this special of mine, who laughs at my unease.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Yasmin

If nothing scares us by day, how can we be happy, when night times rage, we are never alone, but it takes such energy, to witness and not condone, we'll all know someway, what is fate or destiny, stuff we can never ascertain, to live here remembering bones, Americans don't do uncertainty, women and men like scarecrows, I'm singing softly again, leaving that terrible fraternity, my wounds calmed by rain, different my fall from grace, who would want to see, my grappling forays, opening doors,seeking release.