Annie

When you see a fading star, does it fill you with ease, know they're not that far, but If its children and dogs, just stay like you are, in a warm hazy fog, send me to Mars, on the path of tranquility, i want to get that far, if it's not what you want, from the promenade car, all the stuff you don't, holy water in your font, all my fires marked, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, clinging to the sea, feel like ziggy stardust, a frog in a jam jar, a scattering of all my needs, like ashes on the bar, bring me space serenity.

Artur

I feel like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my table, orange dishes by measured paces, feed my enormous frame, not a picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing out life is done, unshaven waiters, in gas fired winter cafe's, often see me faint, women before me claim, oily buttered hair on trains, my hundred ways, paintings are what i nail, museums have a lonely grace, my uncertain forays, I stare from the canvas, that's really my fame, the world my caravan, to master my name.

Arnaud

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, shocked that i'm broke, echoes of an empty disease, a doctor's sad holiday, is no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss brings no certainty, when your seeking a loan, songs of a dismal diagnosis, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, the marking of zones, shades the infirmary, it cradles my bones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from the cafe's, and i like to joke, make chancer's pay.

Arnie

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, or seeing anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, i hadn't got a clue, in that post war rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me with dancing crews, put jelly on my bones, before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, then you started to waste, i played successful tunes, it was a different age, your tune still resonates, still hangs in what i knew, but a web crossed my face, you didn't hesitate, said stay with the truth, but keep away from ingrates, now when my voice is raised, i have no need of you, down these alleyways, you don't see much view.

Artie

When you see the moon creep , between stars white and clear, I only hear alarm bleeps, before any whispered sigh, am working with a bombardier, who brings me to this night, I've fallen in too deep, to remember previous tears, what lies beside the reap, regular as the five and dime, darkness occludes our gear, a knife's sparkly birth right, these walls bring alive, what I bought so dear, dance of demons would wonder why, the cool evening night, bereft of drama or lonely pier, comes when a wrong's put right, see the road with inner peace, I'll live or die from here, wine isn't cheap, but takes away the fear.

Alfreda

Cocaine is our baby, we accept her burnt cheer, bring us the cradle, stroke the city of stones, down an avenue so clear, she wears different clothes, case of lovers in our trading, we handle them without fear, good parents these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, except our paranoia, never willful or on show, no need to be near, the nightmare unknown, that's for the ashamed, who portray all their gear, i'm a decent lady, anyone has me arraigned, lawyer friends whisk me clear, of troubled local states, please go away, nothing's left to fear, with guns I won't hesitate, going to be a different baby, in these turbulent growing years, forget everything lazy, help my teething years.

Alvin

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, thinking of what you've bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays and Valentines, what we buy that's caught, down pipelines of the vexed, wonder what we're doing, with women Online, who will pop up next, and ask for our time, generally divorced, light through a dark vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the rest, will anyone give a call, draw a bundle of noughts, these compatability tests, supposed to be joyous, just like all the rest.