Bassima

You cry about that time, praying late on trains, searching for a lullaby, did you wave a wand, like drain pipes take the rain, or music strikes a band, it isn't me that whines, there you go again, love isn't a fear inside, will you make a stand, or pay just the same, everything's a scam, you never bide the line, encourage me to say, hey everything's fine, I didn't commit a crime, freighters ply on ancient lanes, you sit beside the tide, i cannot say your name.

Betulah

Do you know what breaks, in a lifetime of greed, to fracture the love you make, i wonder if its's trained, that stuff in your creed, a gift from wrapped cellophane, those yellow cries you fake, with such a surly need, is it part of the game, kindness won't do the same, a tremble to your knees, thrown away down lipsticked drains, tell me on the Freeway, is that really your belief, that losers have no brains, if you live by taking, is there ever a need, to understand what you dissipate, trying not to see ?

Barbara

Bad news is never shared easy, especially with your ways, you never did gild the lily, an ice cold fish knife, is no child's game, held towards my eyes, slash of steel cuts disease, chasing good times these days, the woman you wish to be, no siren of strife, who cannot be tamed, but to find your own life, saw what you needed to see, called each night a name, a silk and golden odyssey, said what you needed to me, things are never the same, salt tongue on the breeze, bomb shells in your gaze.

Barra

We dream of kisses, blown or tossed away, from those in the mist, we think of home, that brought us pain, and bled our bones, rage makes us lift, our trouble as gain, or slaves to the shift, we don;t need to know, there's only one page, to allow we're alone, like uncertain drifts, of snow on the plain, we pass as ghost ships, sometimes on our trip, we diminish the flame, somewhere in what we miss, we say what we say.

Benice

Pines flick a yellow beach, you think you can choose, a thin breeze says gently, a banshee wail of pain, what you have to lose, when things go sour again, your face retains its dignity, you can beat this mood, use all your furious energy, a sudden fall of rain, makes unshaven workers drool, at what they can't attain, it's hard to be discreet, what you've been through, coming back you laugh easy, the hotel brims with ease, Carp swim around in pools, search what you can redeem, from all that hurts you.

Brooklyn

You were an ungrateful little shite, who missed family holidays, when you asked for paradise, not only a wish to share, that love but could not name, smiles for worried parents, are those lines too striped, in the wine you gave away, all that sleeping out at night, beyond windows frosted glare, your bloodless eyes astray, snow falling off your hair, clothes wrapped like a drainpipe, you’ll never change, Ma and Da asked why, a bed at hospital's side, orderlies rush around with trays, no more howls of childhood dislikes, you howl just the same.

Ava

We wake near a lemon train, my lover lies supine, everything now beyond pain, sunrise on the Levantine, where Cavafy lived and died, making verses to a life, Thessinger loved this terrain, an iron kettle on the fire, lone figures on an empty plain, salt whorls a global fight, swallow thrum yellow skies, she dreams of desert nights, and exhausts the drain, of last night’s wine, the passages she irrigates, but never obtains, an air of early disguise, we move towards our Chicane, we know about this light.