Pauline

Who will catch her moans, secrets spill like home brew, the song chills her bones, hair a screed of wheat, shines luminous but under curfew, its the old disease, lavender linen and Eau de Cologne, she whispers to a ravaged few, her feelings are never slow, a granny who sings for free, song is all the Blues, truth no concessionary, than a blonde field cloaked, with an early dew, her drink is whisky soaked, beats that sad old tune, down a public telephone, it won't make the news, or leave her ruined, a poet explodes.

Octavia

For all the chances missed, all the choices leased, love we think is blessed, do you know what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin to warm you, all within my caress, heaven in our dreams, underneath the brightest dress, the members of our crew, say i'm not easy, but that's not really true, what’s loosed is never unsaid, when orange fires the sea, and we look at death, i didn't learn to dread, passion doesn't keel me, did what i thought best, alive but never weeping.

Ola

Is there a single quatrain, for someone in need, while others play, jumping around like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, and glorious tones, streaming from the 'plane, you're a fool to leave me, please don't say, i'm particularly honed, or it's just the sea, you hear alone, a manifesto of delay, clouding what i'm seeing, between shore and the spray, shifting riffs of Kurt Cobain, feeling tears with every reel, a childhood dance in chains, tell me how to feel. to what was never blood, you hardly ever knew, how not fighting for me, made me blue,/hate you

Obelia

Was i worth a night at Faro, the lighthouse streams our room, bed linen smells of Euro's, from no smoking signs, was i useless then, warm beneath your thighs, when we ate alone, a meal you wolfed too soon, you said i brought you down, can't you see in falling light, I am not one to kindle, all your dislikes, or dance like a foal, i don't trip to flutes, or ring bells without tone, you won't cut me to the bone, words from a devil moon, birds are flying home, what really is your tune ?

Oona

The Poetes Maudit, you always love, keep me going for a bit, is that all there is, beside your son, who goes back to prison, and scatters easy his shift, in terms of women, you note his alarming drift, salt provides an earthly rim, say it's a dry run, for him jumping ship, i don't need this shit, what have you begun, with your evening crimp, dicey laughter jolts a kiss, birds at dusk settle and hum, Alice de Chambrier is missed, rivers are swum.

Ocean

2003 was a bad year for me, my partner slipped, into another reality, she stated quite clearly, she wants me to take a trip, it means no mean feat, a photographer of breasts, she parades unashamed her grip, to note i pass the test, i fudge what she wants me to see, listen to my words slip, please don't ask for servility, or tell me how to melt, laugh with you're red lips, say it's only a little bet, no room for keening, head for harbour on my ship, don't say it's killing me, now she's adrift.

Oriana

Would you have a care, still worry if, you knew who you were, wiser than your Da or Ma, kissing your finger tips, wearing a Wonderbra, your Ray Bans on the chair, reflecting ships, sun lighting sur la mer, Aretha jn the car, rolling off your lips, they say nothing's that far, breathe a little prayer, while you laugh and jib, your waters still run here, even to seduce her, wonder if you’ve slipped, lovers dance inferno, sets on fire your grip.