Sola

That tune detonates, a memory in me, web spun blue it recreates, that day in the park, where you danced a treat, the year we found so stark, can’t get past the image gate, i'm shrunk on my heels, but the song still creates, those years in the dark, down fallen streets, you the first to embark, serious and staid, from that nightmare scene, only eyes betraying your rage, with bread, wine and fate, you made the journey, i still lie prostrate, at your feet. your consoling pain, can ask what they like, but you tell me lies, i dance my evasions, whisper to the night, between you and your claims, the peace of moonlight, burns on my fire, it doesn't feel right, birds thrum their tune, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, she explores an open wound, smoking her Camel Lites, just to worry you, kids on yellow block reel regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the world isn't blue, guilt is washed away, she knows what she's doing, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do

Shrova

1973 a big year for me, my parent's life very hard, always another reality, my dancing brings a destiny, gossamer joy to Spring's yard, Jewish notes on a blue sea, like my mother in photography, unashamed by pardon, her number fronts me daily, they called traitor to Daddy, no leniency declared, killed him when they were ready, but me a Disco Queenie, i don't weigh the lard, rouge lipstick on my history, move about freely, at 28 receive my card, worried by uneasy duty, i do my thing plupart.

Skeeta

If i asked for some wine, to shame this dull life, don't ask the reasons why, your consoling pain, a greater hurt than mine, falls on me like rain, abroad the roaring lines, can ask what they like, but you tell me lies, i dance my evasions, whisper to the night, between you and your claims, the peace of moonlight, burns on my fire, it doesn't feel right, instead of killed time, i crave some delight, thirty years of being kind, gone on the tide. birds thrum their tune, crickets sing to the half light, salt rims the dunes, you moan the toils of Rome, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, she explores an open wound, smoking her Camel Lites, just to worry you, kids on yellow block reel regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the world isn't blue, guilt is washed away, she knows what she's doing, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do

Skaya

Why lift the sleeve, on a thirteen year old life, one you can't retrieve, smoking a cigarette, i chase the reasons why, it all descends like this, the river in Spring, the cool evening light, stuff you can never leave, they killed my loving yet, made me dance when terrified, didn't worry about the debt, it was good for my scene, no one asked why, they acted and believed, with such relief, that my graceful fire, spun open their dreams, and the child?

Rula

Your son has gone home, to his Papa and waves bye bye, you lie in the lemon zone, birds thrum their tune, crickets sing to the half light, salt rims the dunes, you moan the toils of Rome, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, she explores an open wound, smoking her Camel Lites, just to worry you, you stay as she moans, no sea or given fire, between you and the slope, over a shoulder bone, starlings turn in final flight, you shudder and say alone, 'so this is our time'. the path i tread is tight kids on yellow block reel cool evening tunes, without dreams on lonely piers, you left me marooned, regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the world isn't blue, guilt is washed away, she knows what she's doing, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do

Ruby

What brings love to light, or makes me pray for previous years, to the walls this life, there is the creep of moon, stars white and clear, before i whisper soon, what you can easily feel, when you dance with demons, a kid on yellow block reel, cool evening tunes, without dreams on lonely piers, you left me marooned, regular as the five and dime, lemon tart as tears, knives my only birth right, the debt is tight, i'll live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near. she pulls at my traces, the world isn't blue, guilt is washed away, she knows what she's doing, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do. wriggle up to someone new

Rita

Sometimes we have to pray, when she bends to kiss you, manner easy in her own way, music is playing, love lights in her tune, somewhere down the alleyway, when she calls for rain, all the world turns blue, guilt is washed away, the moon her nosegay, for what she's doing, she knew the transatlantic trade, her long twang and gait, gives everything its due, she pulls at my traces, makes love her cradle, doesn't care a hoot, whispers for me to stay, in her eyes bitter fruit. that haunts a face makes you feel brand new. you listen for the make, shudder with each wine, think of your next engagement, the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, draws fire,tips the pace, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those with cool untruths, hit me with more wine. go to sea, get out of hand, or come to see you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, barefoot she prays for glue, better than that bitter grease, if she is to be free, between worrying about disease, or dancing on Hawaii, what she'd like to do. wriggle up to someone new