Paul Three

Drunk enough to ask why, accept she's been chosen, before you deny, or fall from her crazes, what she tried to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead her favourite lines, our time goes by unspoken, accept heaven's cry, outside of all your praises, do not shrink nor coax, those wonderful ways, at the grave in time, to verify love's cloaking, a cloud sails the sky, what settles on your face, on these cold bones, when you blow the traces, a flower at your side, a piece of stone, more than any pride, just some little token.

Paul Two

What you call consistent, remains being single, swallows all resistance, your search for the breeze, sometimes the tingle, the water wrung Belfrey, do you hear the listless, an assembly of jingles, the things that you kiss, your quotation of pieces, you learn how to jangle, away on the sea, do you stand faceless, each time dangle, a wind-lashed promise, that you tend easy, instead of the ring, like a rainbow tailed fish, turns a sunlit vista, beyond tides and shingle, what’s not to miss, when you bring trinkets?

Paul

Why live in a haze, fight battles with the wind, battered like cellophane, best not to moan, burn or skim, life is only a loan, when you buck the rain, scour the land, for that perfect bargain, in your worn-out clothes, pick up your drums, you're not on your bones, make a step change, blow ten grand, find love instead of trade, if someone groans, you don't understand, get out of that zone, chained to your days, let your dreams expand, in uncertain ways, be a legend.

Esme Three

My good parts, I firmly state, are for your heart, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything’s too soon, my eyes dart, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, go and live in Vera Cruz, I’m poised but wait, don't need more bad news, a psychiatrist debarred, says emotion's only a name, I'll sell the car, we’ll take another route, I smile and hesitate, kiss before the curfew, you tear me apart, I'm a fool you say, you're not so smart, hold my face.

Esme Two

Make offers to a Diety, no need for grace, that greets my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I wonder about this place, heart against bone, there is a churning pity, blown here by the rain, it doesn’t do solitary, alone in its grotto, I wonder what to say, or how to atone, for all my history, given this day, what price is offertory, these café’ jokes kill me, the useless games, become part of my inventory, I don't plan to deceive, put ribbons around a cage, but want to believe, sunshine fills my face.

Esme

Tunes jingle and ping, my insides screech, I need another drink, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I need to do, your face tear sprinkled, lemon blue by the sea, turns into my shrink, I’ll kill the truth, with my own conceit, a conscience in ruins, let others think, so eager to squeeze, memories, a sous chef king, they echo my blues, a coward's retreat, no dreams to rue, but if there's a chink, of light scattered easy, I’ll be off in a blink, when released.

Francine Three

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters groan, in trouble you need, solace each day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, we'll dance a reel, best not to moan, a fisherman protects his creel, don't let panic reign, in Calendars of the sea, take Calcium for your bones, in this place stay sane, no one really atones, the bird who drops seed, says it’s only fame, sing as you speed, drunk as a fiery contralto, weave amongst flames, is this all you own, dissolve give way.

Francine Two

She laughs and hums a tune, says it’s stupid to lie, it’s just what we do, we skirt around the garden, she gives another sigh, children are late home, more like a whispered ooh, her failing sight, fills the afternoon, the same dull hollow, a broken light, whispers up from below, don’t ask me why, she faces ruin, it makes me cry, she’s not one for show, says she’ll go out high, pretend she’s in New York, make her voice boom, rage over the night, men say that they knew, she wanted to fly.

Francine

Times that brought her, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of autumn, let others condone, that passing disease, of a broken home, more than any daughter, she'll do what's needed, forging her laughter, a shiny stone, she stands by the sea, swears she'll never atone, love seeps on the bend, it reaches her knees, like broken water, for matters gone, she knows what she’s leaving, some hoped for dawn, fixated or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if anyone cares, s it isn't that easy.

Jay Three

God knows if she's right, she can demand anything, sunlight, water, sky, like the tide off Burbo Bank, her smile is estuary wide, begins where I sink, she never leaves my side, but sits here and sings, a woman on fire, her lungs like a tank, she bellows for a ring, could prise open a bank, next to me she slides, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant lie, tobacco blonde eyes cranked, a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous wank, she dances in the tide, her day is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive, giving.

Jay Two

Signs to fly away from, we won't make sunset, scattered and gone, the associate’s due, his astonishing jet, a whispered thank you, fire and distant thunder, meets our target, the unfettered amongst us, beyond this daily blues, our days not met, fighting over what we do, I wash myself down, no matter the bet, if I'll last this shift, how the world cruises, through our little knot, nights presage a morning slew, on her sleeve’s a wrong, no one tells her yet, I think of the bonds, in houses we let.

Jay

Your smile lets you prance, for fear of being caught, by smart tongued chit chat, make all the bean counters, you show around the course, look and turn around, what wounds you’ve lanced, singing yourself hoarse, others call it balance, when those who rant, make you go taut, forget their glib answers, hold your nerve and ask, is this what they’re taught, sip vodka from a flask, regret those missed chances, work out the score, how to turn it around, don’t try to dance, those who are caught, will always fly to France, their eyes frozen.

Petra Four

A cold wind blows, it stokes my fear, who remains in the know, pearl doves arc above, where else is clear, so far away from love, give money for school clothes, everything’s so dear, there are no bad ones, sail with those who live, fresh linen ups the gear, always makes them give, is my vision slow, you need to be clear, we are never alone, blown across the bluffs, don't worry who comes near, someone will look after us, wear long coats to show, summer comes each year, try to touch the soul, with shiny frozen tears.

Petra Three

I don't need a shrink, but a lover that sways, give me time to think, what I might disown, like a brew man’s dray, an arm full of barrels, I know what you're thinking, you don't need to say, my house is a sink, a letter from the town, makes a window display, when hostage rules sorrow, I swerve on the brink, though whole summer’s days, plates gather and stink, the stuff that I down, would make a choirboy drink the heat off my brow, it takes a gold cufflink, to lift open my gate, face like an ice rink, make this ship sail.

Patra Two

What might have been, is not always fair, for a life of ease, don't sing me the blues, you’re not that aware, to turn from virtue, blowing like steam, your nostrils flared, eyes a simple scream, tell me the truth, is my voice so slurred, who needs more proof, I drink on sad evenings, would you care, when I lay beat, look at me I seethe, is it my thin hair, do I need new teeth, can you love me, think you’ll dare, the way I aim to be, are you scared?

Petra

Your star is coming home, besides a police light, in gardens, you lie prone, whisper your love, on throwaway nights, your ravaged face a moon, like saints parade their bones, a song gets you tight, makes you drink alone, alcoves shine with doves, a learned moan is cried, you pray to those above, fresh linen and eau de cologne, always makes them sigh, it brings more scope, you are not that good, millions live and die, some without a roof, luminous as a frozen stone, you stand just to the side, far beyond the credit zones, they all know why.

Carys Three

I'm not your drip, within a big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, has she got a number, that you need to live, alongside your creed, who do you mint, on that edge of wonder, that pitiless belief, a high heeled flounder, stones and pieces of drift, know not to flee, what's in your gift, enslave or encumber, a lifetime of greed, instead of sweet slumber, would you leave me in sin, at life's end in weeds, spinning more fibs, that none of us need.

Carys Two

Facedown terrible claims, no star can refuse, your outrageous fades, you who wonder why, the canons of virtue, feel those cotton stripes, this is no child’s game, The TV blares fake news, Quashing your days, around terrible lies, golden trinkets spin the blues, even your crass disguise, iron bars the way, what is there to rue, hit them on the make, only fools really try, with someone like you, tired of this butterfly, better hold the doo-doo, especially on parade, eyes glazed like fish glue, go easy on the truth.

Carys

Why pay a heavy score, your almond eyes are ruined, love is raw, can you feel my bones, like a heavy boom, attached to a useless crone, life is not a door, where you put the boot in, or pray to broken laws, say you won't leave home, only fools live feudin', until the love is gone, don't divide me by whores, with other stuff you do, or scream it’s because, just pick up the phone, why live out of tune, then run away lost, break holy orders, drain summer into June, all you swore, lies beneath the moon.

Anya Four

Once I knew, when life is so short, it helps beat the Blues, in this summer night, when you don’t phone, the house gives no respite, no books or other dues, when you just go, a trail not well used, they know of your plight, who you fought, your cards are on fire, you're never that mule, when you are caught, others still rule, if there’s ever a sign, to parade overwrought, don’t let them step light, put a stop to it will you, don't have me condone, those you balloon, so far from home.

Anya Three

Am asked to ferment desire, a place without windows, surrounded by tyres, I descend by mountain mule, to warm my toes, still, play the fool, a young woman without child, love free to bestow, it's been a while, the cabin is smoky blue, my smiles don’t follow, what our ancestors refused, hope sings on midnight wires, more to life than show, the long road to paradise, I trace my arms for sinews, chance to get to know; the sweet smell of perfume, it’s in my dancing fire, won't hurt you with my no, just to bring in line, all my joys and sorrow.

Anya Two

She travels light across tears, shares jokes in the dust, then her star disappears, I knew her in jail, a blanket for the just, love never fails, what brought her here, in the lilac dusk, a woman so clear, ice blue as the rails, ridden till she's bust, absorbed all her days, no one can go near, a flame that never shuts, wolves know the experience, haunt me like the deer, I did what I could, smoking she appears, puts away the years, her lovely face thrust, towards a beer, her perfume is like musk.

Anya

You say up your game, always take your chance, don’t shuffle the remains, listening to his muted song, who would ever lance, his need to belong, watching the rain, snake down a naked path, can’t be bothered to nail, the swell of crowded bars, cargo ships and shining France, rooms with dark marks, red lips white-faced, cigarettes and the dance, waiting to slip again, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, hope we’re not wrong, before the jake, asks to polish unlit lamps, kindness awaiting, treating us like tramps.

Saphie Four

Since you've been away, I don't know what to do, but each night pray, you’ll break the maddened stone, I’ll finish it for you, no one’s still at home, to keep the time of day, see what makes it true, nothing more to say, you always have to smoke, somehow play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, the walls have turned grey, Gin is not my ruin, you've eaten all the cake, confined within this space, there’s little more to sew, gilded as a fallen flake, we ride the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, our horizons fall away, take them as our due.

Saphie Three

Working here's no paradise, it only takes two, to steer an edgy spike, but it could be great stars and sea like glue, stardust on our plate, all we need is better light, show what we can do, to save us from the fire, our songs still resonate, no feeling like the Blues, gone is a better place, this district is our life, dances for me and you, naked transport lights, doesn’t matter how late, we sing with kitchen crews, we won’t hesitate, give us easy nights, where we catch what’s new, even in the way we slide, way outside the loop.

Saphie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on a wall. if love holds true, I know the bells to strike, because I know each part of you, tell me you're not alone, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, you are not for fools, pretty before your time, fighting off the blues, you scream down a ‘phone, say there is no paradise, a flame not at home, for all your talent reviews, dreams pass out of sight, wind blows a cold truth, clouds ride black and bold, across an autumn fire, you sing less to atone, than finish with desire.

Saphie

When you see a fading star, does it make you uneasy, knowing it’s not that far, with children and dogs, just stay as you please, in a warm hazy fog, send my ship to Mars, to the sea of tranquillity, or bear the scars, is that what you want, forget cups of tea, and all the stuff you don't, put water in my font, all your fares increase, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, a bended knee, scraping on the tar, play Blues in a boxcar, scatter all my needs, put my ashes on the bar, bring me peace.

Adam

I cook like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my table, send dishes by measured paces, feed my gorgon frame, am not someone to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing out what I’ve done, unshaven waiters, in this cafe', often watch me faint, women before me unmoved, with buttered hair on trains, talk of what’s above, creating is what I crave, kitchens are lonely places, my uncertain forays, begin from the urinal, that's really my fame, this place a caravan, to carry my name.

Chris Three

Windows paint strokes, against the falling rain, shocked again I'm broke, echoes of an empty surfeit, another sad holiday, it’s no news to me, at St Anthony’s stone, loss brings no certainty, when you need a loan, songs of a dismal choice, pose lonely sad trains, that whistle and moan, to beg again, with love gone on plates, or down the Freeway, it marks my bones, shadows of the infirmary, circle my zones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from this cafe', and like to joke, when I get paid.

Chris Two

When I say 'screw you', It makes my troubles light, there's so much more to do, do all chefs die intestate, however much they lie, throwing venom at the plates, explosive screams at menus, they face some terrible high, a frightened kitchen crew, tear around this place, don't tell me how to cry, anchors bind my feet, someone has the truth, debts roll from my eyes, no longer am I duped, wouldn't it be great, to feel a love inside, instead of all this rage, a place beyond the dunes, lying near the tide, will it bear me fruit , or hang me out to dry?