Monday, 31 July 2017

Namita

She beats out her time, from unwanted pain, to me she was kind, can anyone condone, the unforgiving rain, that finds her alone, or the breathless way, her eyes light the cold, seeking love's remains, when it's safer not to know, and easier to explain, places you won't go, haunted, proud, don't ask why, she lives untamed, no longer hails the sky, maybe she knew certain names, she would never lie, face jumps like a flame, it fires the sky.

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Nadia

Spit saliva on your hands, have another crack, get yourself up to dance, glide over the wretched times, drink, play and stack, your songs down laughter lines, singing childless and cramped, throw salt behind your back, you always make the stand, measured by your signs, your family decides to attack, your dream of everything fine, how you suffer under lights, what lives inside never lasts, giving money makes you wise, stand by an unlit lamp, drawing their fire,facing facts, those who hear your plans, won't forget generous acts.

Saturday, 29 July 2017

Nancy

You hold the blazing light, a whole world to unlock, your face an icon, crying by endless night, i watch the broken clock, who will read my rights, you're happy to have me die, waiting for the knock, near water or road sign, a hung out life to dry, heading for the rocks, cigarettes, whisky, doing time, your sweet lullaby, wine bought at crowded docks, a cargo don't ask why, stretched across the line, i need somewhere to belong, you have taken fright, i taste all that's wrong.

Friday, 28 July 2017

Nara

Breathing gently on your wine, chasing numbers with the breeze, you need more than design, explore faces you've toned, when the calendar screams, maybe find yourself alone, dancing takes time, it hasn't been easy, taking steps to outline, what they would never know, for all your big schemes, who will tend your bones, it's really sublime, to include me in your dreams, help you explode your lies, you say let you see, while you fake each line, you'd gamble anything, for one last crime.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Norma

Who bothers to see me cry, under moonshine's bitter sprawl, uneaten fruit by my side, others need their ease, happy people don't bawl, the beach around me reels. silver clouds form lines, want to see me hauled, i didn't do the crime, her brown and lovely feet, left me without a call, a ship on lonely seas, i sip a gallon nine, in darkness see another shore, an old trail in my mind, this sunny life of mine, orange trees and new dawn, i look around my island, nothing's really gone.

Niaim

You wrap time around a wheel, say music is your key, a place to make you keen, your laugh a generous frown, rain sweeps across the lee, you always hear me out, just won't let me sleep, a creature lost in Cafe's, no one to hold the key, your Blues makes it real, a relic of the sea, hoping is not so easy, you make circumstance your own, help me with my history, never just a drop in town, great perspiring oratory, makes no sense to me, without your sweet feeling, a kind or hard necessity.

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Natalie

Spring blesses your name, our ship sails with bells, will I see you again ? that hurt we disown, tolls like a knell, loss is sometimes total, not only children drain, the uncertain wells, by sounds of playing, lemon trees groan, their blossom intense, log trains climb and moan, broken bars blaze, all part of living hell, everything softer after the rain, if i could only sell, or catch those missed days, where an oracle tells, why you went away.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Maria

This constant whine, makes everything blue, wishing for another time, you weep with ocean groans, escape all what's bothering you, forget life isn't a loan, shopping malls dinging chimes, bring you lassitude, cities are full of crime, finding luck or a bone, plays you no tune, each day is a groan, but is this the reason why, let me give you a clue, not some place to hide, what's wrong with trying, and loving the few, hugging and dying, dancing around you.

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Milly

Is this what prison's for, to drink illicit sisters' whisky, on your own, but in a daily reality, we work this territory, wishing we were free, no one really gets over, all the time saying please, being on your Jack Jones, you look at deserted trees, feel your swollen feet, rain falls across the sea, in hushed magenta tones, behind a troubled serendipity, you speak like a drone, they say you've been honed, to numb away the pity, a lovers' voice tolls, do this for me !!

Saturday, 22 July 2017

Maisie

Last act of of my rage, furious eyes cyclone, don't go dancing again, the ribbons of a fight, wild sunlight on her bones, there are no second lives, she'll go anyway, a dancer's last throw, forgets yesterday's shame, tethered like a kite, i struggle to explain, maybe in a little while, she turns away her face, smiles at the angry tones, another one to blame, the useless games, we play when we're alone, in different ways, she's gone.

Friday, 21 July 2017

Madeleine

Who dreams of warm bars, moonshine dancing on the pier, a door always left ajar, forget that path to fame, your time's laid down here, no more running for planes, everything around not far, only dreams break clear, by bycycle or by car, give no credence to trains, that suddenly appear, like drifters across the plain, always laugh at the stars, you won't keep shedding tears, pearls form in small parts, around an exercise yard, contain your fears, whatever passes in the dark, another ship sails near.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Martina

Our togetherness marks, what gets lost with time, futile to start, as if beyond the war zone, peace replaces lies, to settle in our bones, her eyes sweep the bar, she says, with bright surprise, bums never travel far, my hand holds the phone, sweeps along the line, does she want to die alone, shiny as a celebrity's car, she asks for more wine, her smile like a box yard, who needs to be hard, when she's up this high, I look to the stars, don't ask me why.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Marianne

Why say I'm not part of you, my insides heave, home is a distant slew, waves of listless drummers, pad dream like at my feet, bad echoes from the sun, you don't need a clue, to particularly receive, your own dread news, or if there are troubles, that morbid fools greet, with memories of love, faces crash out a tattoo, mascara runs lemon streaked, the sea is cobalt blue, nothing stays perfumed, alone by the beach, i shrug at the view, 'you're history' gulls screech.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Molly

Large hands, still gait, i love your ease, coming home tenderly late, looked after, time flown, people live long around here, but houses sold then gone, you walk into the night, some other's words be free, under evening's freight, wondering if we'll ever know, how long this family cease, i've never lived alone, ask of those who wait, now released, over water today, try to hold their gaze, remember the songs and see, dissipate. all i want to feel.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Leucha

Doesn't matter what you face, will it let you feel, the balm of better days, nights turning cool, beneath the trees, hot seasons coming soon, can you control the maze, the rivers release, in what you have to say, blue air melts in June, Our Lady knows your ways, where love gets tuned, solace contained, within last night's ease, streets you walk all day, the path of hidden pain, is constant as a reel, sleeping while awake, sometimes to kneel.

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Lorraine

Your smile is beyond reach, sadness in our fortune, beyond gleanings of the wheat, hear soon the little moans, sitting in the private gloom, it echoes in our bones, the shadow of Saint Anthony, falls across this seat, summer grounds of the infirmary, then comes dawn and sleeping groans, footsteps echo in empty shoes, somehow look at silent 'phones, the doctor's say nothing, there are things they can't do, love is detached from feeling, grant what we cannot reach, in this Catholic room, proclaimed by the sea, in our heads stupid tunes.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Louisa

We drag missals to your name, orange gold in buckets, celebrate your fame, even as you spit and caw, loose as a railway cutting, your scars threaten us all, nights of whisky and pain, sometimes feel you won't recover, day time isn't your game, the scent of your draw, by gas lit winter troubles, spins down a broken wall, retreating from place to place, why you say fuck it, you aggregate this shame, church can be a lonely place, artists dream of lovers, blue notes with a heavens grace, only fills the cover. .

Friday, 14 July 2017

Lisa

When cafe's swell with rain, or unshaven criminals, whisper your name, hear your groans, dead drunk at Catechism, is it loving coming home, when problems rage, does life make you irritable, at forgotten trains, please cap your moans, keep hurt to a minimum, dance a jig within your bones, why keep love chained, like the trials of Sisyphus, lose all the grey games, you can absolve and praise, for love that tricked us, to stand alone unafraid, troubled yet insistant.

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Lara

Love makes no one wise, games still slip the collar, of what goes on inside, i love sweet horses' smell, first summer without my father, airport kids' dance in heather, now embrace what i despise, no matter what comes after, even on this flight, bucket lists can't last forever, no one likes to holler, but whoever said whatever, paying is such a crime, my partner says use a hooter, but please stop crying, when did i start lying, was it on the altar, my son asking for dimes, me searching for dollars?

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Katy

All my cards are marked, but don't lie in my bog, or explode my fallen star, on a wall west of pain, paint picture's of long scars, you won't see me again, just be who you are, me the children you the dogs, in a stone floor bar, maybe you'll love again, a turbo for your car, fallen tears within the hay, could you turn back the clock, tell me i was wrong, what lives beneath your clod, or drives it so far, you helped lift the fog, me dragging a diamond cross, a life in someone's log.

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Kristina

She clutches my yellow dress, a fist inside me caws, hisses like a serpent's nest, there's justice on her mast, , the jukebox roars, crying all around the Gaff, when it comes to resist, she'll shake out a performance, that screams more is less, deep within her howling past, she grows enormous, needs me to crack first, smiles as she does best, her eyes dangerous, waiting to confess, I touch her blue vest, dealing with a lover's trauma, makes me feel blessed, who needs whisky anymore?

Monday, 10 July 2017

Karen

What sometimes chimes, with her need to celebrate, is written in the sky, she sees the creep of moon, regular as the five and dime, lilac nights coming soon, she won't even mind, if she hesitates, and laughs at reasons why, men want women to use, to heighten their taste, someone with her views, it makes them feel fine, not reprobates, like kids who drink wine, a girl who's still shy, with a sense of place, slapping hands that wander behind, her love undulates.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Janessa

Your drinking days laid low, sky and stars converse, reach beyond what i know, you cry again with scorn, to bid me cursed, understand what's torn, your canticle to be alone, a time for re birth, someone to tend your bones, when daylight turns to storm, ask if i was ever there, wish you were never born, by Facebook or i phone, from these lonely suburbs, you'd see me sit forlorn, a thought before you go, never wonder who comes first, all your money growing cold, it’s not me you scare. ,

Jaylene Two

Swirl those yellow ice cubes, the drink you always hold, is this your new avenue, who do you want to suffer more, me or the one you told, outside the sympathy of whores, that a perfect drunk continues, the kids looked after by Court, all you need is revenue, and you know the score, what's within the fold, this is what it's for, wiser than the sin of truth, communion in your hold, your Ray Bans prove an issue, sunlight skips amongst the few, do they stop and roll, cigarette papers to marry you, really make it known ?

Friday, 7 July 2017

Joanie

Who rages at passing trains, finds any love she knows, walks in fine blue rain, follows a path that's sown, a mountain girl going home, blanket wrap around her bones, day light brings her pain, the miracle of one way loans, she won't use them again, just a kid all alone, she'll dance to atone, whatever time there's a code, walks like someone betrayed, she fights up the road, her picture stands in frames, by jail or shame faced, she never knew her folks, shadowed now by fast lanes, sun dances on the stones.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Jibardi

She bites me, i ask her why, her lips are like the moon, she looks me in the eye, doves sing in orange trees, sooth a city's roaring tunes, a snuffled worn out creed, scenes from other lousy fights, fire raging trying to sooth, in other bars other nights, more than any other queen, she adores this pale room, where she learns to tease, silent rituals are her right, she wraps herself in blue, under fears of dying, a breeze slips between the ruins, lifts me through the sights, is what it takes to love, in fallen paradise ?

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Jaylene

She lives by a waterfall, always trying it on, not being born, sometimes gives a little show, she doesn't go to Proms, or let them know what she knows, but treads the stones, lives life on the bum, realises it's not for everyone, don’t pity this poor cow, standing in the sun, she's only here for now, around a dance of bones, who cares where she's from, if you want to be alone, she's still walking tall, her bus long gone, won't take just any call, life isn't an i phone.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Jana

Do you wonder if we know, can we name our lies, is it right we die alone, let us find our ease, not ask to jump the tide, given such a lead, granted on the ‘phone, when it comes to the way things slide, permit ourselves a little groan, learning how to see, absent features if we cry, makes our lives run free, the trees may whine and groan, look us in the eyes, dare us to come home, the wind blows black and cold, what's wrong with being nice, no matter how we moan, this is paradise. ,

Monday, 3 July 2017

Juney

She makes with unleavened grace, a beaten vow, you might as well escape, furious i agree, we inhabit some other space now, my attic room a dream, icon to her blessed reign, go on she says go, sick of my tired entrails, it's not so easy, avoiding a bitter row, what seemed a good scene, always now in utter disgrace, she works like a trowel, about our separation, full of doubt and migraine, is this what we know, her eyes hesitate, stuff that no one shows.

Sunday, 2 July 2017

Justy

Ships won't unfurl sail, nor poets chant their lists, until her storm abates, powdered lightly skin toned, no shadow of light resists, the path of only hope, speak to me like this she rails, and I'll surely kill, there'll be no refrain, she doesn't need to 'fone, call the Sisters cash in her chips, she can do this all alone, why insist or rage, twelve days the question twists, she won't leave home anyway, someone who catches a daily train, her courtesan life a drip, leaves still block the drains, what about the kids ?

Saturday, 1 July 2017

Juna

Love doesn't soothe me, the wind or her bones, the Lime and Cypress trees, a glance behind what trips, a metropolitan tone, whispers, forget those lips, i drink tea constantly, lousy with what i know, against the blue infirmary, a young woman's life ripped, made up like a scarecrow, firm within the doctors' grip, beside me constantly, her breath a gentle moan, what is all this certainty, give her what she needs, a future back home, who cares for company, to life that's almost gone.