Abiyar; started here for the volume 3, 2019 dv

We stand with her ashes, she made us swear at the ferry, we lay her down with her Sash, she cut a fine dash dismissed worries we levied, said life is but a flash, thank God for her cash, what it was not to worry, whirr of the morphine backlash, more than any drum crash, purr from a yellow reverie, are we not the people she asks, in the manner of her fashion, we all accepted tributaries, once as fired as Potash, Orange kids without a wash, proud at the morning jetty, cheeks pale as potato mash, her migrant epiphany.

Zena

I want to be free, says my lover from on high, between you and the sea, no fire or blue reason, looking out she sees the sky, her e cigarette treated, like a wing on the lee, a horizon that's bright, she thinks she's a celebrity, the wind is all seeing, kind but cold cabin light, she has hopes of eternity, it won't stand scrutiny, in places she thinks she's right, a short step to eternity, but can't you please see, on these long flights, bags shifted for harmony, weigh heavy at night.

Zulfina

I'm sat here aghast, shuddering at what i'd caught, thinking this cannot last, my partner is asking, a penny for your thoughts, how do i break her fast, i want to see her on the tap, dancing on thorns, a modern day iconoclast, Oh it's useless i'm fat, i'd rather be caught, on the next mountain pass, another screams avoid her crap, struggling to be born, i swell under Burlap, can't dream of your class, silken not torn, listening to your gasps, broken unsought.

Yannisa

When i was losing cred, you cried don't be undone, i won't see you again, you sent me ahead, dancing forlorn, where else but the tent, freedom a sense of dread, unlike Anthony Powell, who'd sat and read, having given a son to tread, a lonely path alone, lost like Pliny in his head, couldn't pray for rest, or listen to the stones, his manner always myriad, unlike mine let it be said, when our paths have gone, use lipstick instead, throw music at my storm.

Yola

How do we measure love, do you look at the sea, wonder if there ever enough, she talks of sleeping rough, and what it means to be, on top of that trough, its no use acting tough, better be at any cafe', make good of prison, no running or hurrying up, go to museums for freedom, drink wine by broken cup, not too many scruples, washing feet on desolation street, screaming her rebuffs, flips a coin sees enough, worse than jail she tells me, forsake it all delay the 'cuff, my grand schemes.

Yasmin

I was sighing 'you don't believe me,' we are leaving from Idaho, take drink and forget lethargy, but i haven't got the energy, she is such a giving soul, this friend of Marguerite's, my Italian friend says she, is recent to New York, but doesn't live there happily, maybe because she feels guilty, she wears a lovers crown, and only now sleeps fitfully, why do thoughts betray our dreams, or try make us atone, by staring at the empty country, in winter sun the train makes speed, it's as good as being alone, she paints her face for security, i hold the mobile phone.

Yanka

How do i treat this scene, looking neat on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face and green, mascara pushed down the sofa, eyes turned around discreet, fix this place like a dream, red and yellow dank cellar, she asks where've you been, my greatest days say Si, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side redeemed, she is like a gift from the sea, brings me Bollinger, at the next epiphany doesn't bother with history, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to drink to chastity, before i start to holler.