Joanie

Who rages at passing trains, finds any love she knows, walks in fine blue rain, follows a path that's sown, a mountain girl going home, blanket wrap around her bones, day light brings her pain, the miracle of one way loans, she won't use them again, just a kid all alone, she'll dance to atone, whatever time there's a code, walks like someone betrayed, she fights up the road, her picture stands in frames, by jail or shame faced, she never knew her folks, shadowed now by fast lanes, sun dances on the stones.

Jibardi

She bites me, i ask her why, her lips are like the moon, she looks me in the eye, doves sing in orange trees, sooth a city's roaring tunes, a snuffled worn out creed, scenes from other lousy fights, fire raging trying to sooth, in other bars other nights, more than any other queen, she adores this pale room, where she learns to tease, silent rituals are her right, she wraps herself in blue, under fears of dying, a breeze slips between the ruins, lifts me through the sights, is what it takes to love, in fallen paradise ?

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.