Jaylene

She lives by a waterfall, always trying it on, not being born, sometimes gives a little show, she doesn't go to Proms, or let them know what she knows, but treads the stones, lives life on the bum, realises it's not for everyone, don’t pity this poor cow, standing in the sun, she's only here for now, around a dance of bones, who cares where she's from, if you want to be alone, she's still walking tall, her bus long gone, won't take just any call, life isn't an i phone.

Jana

Do you wonder if we know, can we name our lies, is it right we die alone, let us find our ease, not ask to jump the tide, given such a lead, granted on the ‘phone, when it comes to the way things slide, permit ourselves a little groan, learning how to see, absent features if we cry, makes our lives run free, the trees may whine and groan, look us in the eyes, dare us to come home, the wind blows black and cold, what's wrong with being nice, no matter how we moan, this is paradise. ,

Juney

She makes with unleavened grace, a beaten vow, you might as well escape, furious i agree, we inhabit some other space now, my attic room a dream, icon to her blessed reign, go on she says go, sick of my tired entrails, it's not so easy, avoiding a bitter row, what seemed a good scene, always now in utter disgrace, she works like a trowel, about our separation, full of doubt and migraine, is this what we know, her eyes hesitate, stuff that no one shows.

Justy

Ships won't unfurl sail, nor poets chant their lists, until her storm abates, powdered lightly skin toned, no shadow of light resists, the path of only hope, speak to me like this she rails, and I'll surely kill, there'll be no refrain, she doesn't need to 'fone, call the Sisters cash in her chips, she can do this all alone, why insist or rage, twelve days the question twists, she won't leave home anyway, someone who catches a daily train, her courtesan life a drip, leaves still block the drains, what about the kids ?

Juna

Love doesn't soothe me, the wind or her bones, the Lime and Cypress trees, a glance behind what trips, a metropolitan tone, whispers, forget those lips, i drink tea constantly, lousy with what i know, against the blue infirmary, a young woman's life ripped, made up like a scarecrow, firm within the doctors' grip, beside me constantly, her breath a gentle moan, what is all this certainty, give her what she needs, a future back home, who cares for company, to life that's almost gone.

Ita

If i fall to my knees, wail out of tune, would you show some sympathy, play me like a tambourine, make me sing the Blues, let me rest easy, and tastefully tease, with your orange daily news, my hands to cup a scream, dance feather like as a bee, buy me pink cheap perfume, teach me one two three , easy ballet scenes, you skip amidst the ruins, my lips as if deceased, weep tears for your dream, hurt me with your truth, leave with all your team, melt me lemon crude.

India

Smoking a cigarette i hail, a woman's face comes near, uplifted on a toilet nail, geese wheel the honking sky, haunt the clouds like deer, i knew her in another life, yellow wraps abound her frame, she lives this way for years, ice and blue her way, colours of no real price, when whatever becomes clear, that unforgiving night, searching for a forgotten name, nothing in here is born, i think of her again, a lover who always gave, blew flame around my fears, shared jokes heard the train, then disappeared.