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.