Virginia

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

Ula

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Sarah

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

Sophie

Do we keep or burn, a love like gas, the flame turned down, you can demand the crown, now time has passed, you're not perturbed, on drugs you went to town, but you'd never collapse, there was always a prayer, on smokey brown chairs, with songs so crass, consider them trounced, all i did was have affairs, to hold you fast, raise you from the ground, let you warm and learn, lovers talk made you laugh, you never really did care, or say it would last.

Quella

When you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember this time, don't try to pay my fine, coming home you say, we don't need to downsize, smile down the line, wait for a dismal train, passengers like needles in sunshine, feted for your crimes, a bridge across the plain, lost in your own designs, it never turns out right, our youngest is a vagrant, sleeping, drinking wine, church bells ring and chime, please do realise your games, somewhere a solace flies, far away from pain.

Patricia

Eyes beat like fireflies, you are no one's fool, dancing on the bread line, they ask me why, this Sunday in June, one face of your Christ, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but gone beyond signs, crazy side of the lines, the way you move, your veiled over cries, your family's demise, the money you tooled, fueled lovers with lies, not poor nor error light, but a cracked open duel, it could be your highlight, what's going on inside.

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bites a cotton handkerchief her face narrows in delay but gives no signal little wonder on that line like ribbons on a nosegay she bites a cotton handkerchief sunlight floods the gates.