Monday, 29 January 2018
Larney
You keep trouble at bay,
this life requires,
any problems look away,
they pester you for loans,
your eyes seek the tide,
you know you're not alone,
stumble in the roaring Hades,
dampen any desire,
it's never easy or brave,
scared to your bones,
they note you're a crier,
will you take a gun,
an offering to be saved,
like a cold fish knife,
walks a lonely train,
a sail on blue waves,
among candlelit signs,
this is what you crave,
a love of the rain,
on a burning pyre,
not pine needles and hay,
but a soul on fire.
Sunday, 28 January 2018
Lana
Gnaw at some cause betrayed,
conceal the bitter holy things,
take them to your grave,
maybe you afford the Blues,
everyone's your cling,
notes come just on cue,
what a song they make,
a curdled love they bring,
everyone loves your face,
you are a child brand new,
laughter is a wedding ring,
love is someone true,
smoke cigarettes in the rain,
when called upon to sing,
this life is such a game,
watching ships in the bay,
you really love this thing,
salt and heartache far away,
but gamble it all and say,
life to me is nothing,
you won't kid the calendars page,
or winter's iron thawing.
Krista
They'll let you know,
what people up here feel,
almost in their bones,
that jilted smile's a strain,
hurting in the trees,
they see it anyway,
take your time right now,
those night's without a key,
the river always flows,
why seek the rain,
peer in mountain streams,
don't have to catch a train,
nothing to bestow,
with other crazy schemes,
life's no picture show,
been a long time away,
to live within a team,
now face each coming day,
you don't have to borrow
we see how you've been,
stay to warm your toes,
there is another dream,
Friday, 26 January 2018
Kate
Forget all these clowns,
that come to woo her,
many without elan,
as loud as her woes,
ships blow their hooters,
every song sings of home,
not just from France,
but around the corner,
who can fault her tan,
she glides without throne,
the bars are full of bums,
she'd rather be alone,
nothing hits by chance,
her certain eyes are ruined,
everything comes to pass,
barefoot she raises a laugh,
what they do to her,
their hard countenance,
strange that more than a ham,
should be a schmoozer,
no sound of a removal van,
they meet in the boozer.
Thursday, 25 January 2018
Kathy
I will break your curfew,
i have always been poor,
it happens on cue,
no loss to your groans,
i stand in infirmary's queue,
not blessed with strong bones,
are you my glue,
whispering at some lonely door,
my tongue doth speak true,
not defined by these tones,
I sit in this gloom,
listen to your moans,
you've always been blue,
never dance to the moon,
like we used to do,
now hack out your chores,
life's a thread for you,
a lender of furious pause,
you'll face a heavy score,
my song is good Ju Ju,
it maybe flawed,
but i know the tune.
Wednesday, 24 January 2018
Kay
You'll pay a heavy score,
my face is savage blue,
love is raw,
no sense of ease,
always back of your Queue,
you never did say please,
i am not divined by whores,
sitting here in this gloom,
or a fool for your cause,
there's bad on this street,
feel back for good news,
a wheeze or a scream,
hacking out your chores,
turns my life askew,
i sweat in furious pause,
why say stuff like that for,
spinning out your ruin,
only fools need more and more,
why can't you be true,
dance again to the moon,
like you used to do,
why my lover roars,
you never were my glue,
praying at some lonely door,
your head full of tunes,
i just bust your curfew,
you've never been poor,
i came on cue.
Tuesday, 23 January 2018
Jinny
Is water in your blood,
in this house of whispers,
Ma says it does no good,
places you want to claim,
don't need a chorus,
little hearts beside the freeway,
smothered by time go bust,
leave someone behind who's nuts,
be prepared for this,
she'll find another Cain,
simply do what she insists,
knowledge is always lazy,
maybe you need a tug,
sail away without a ship,
the rain feels like dust,
always search for good,
walk the middle distance,
an Ocean door never floods,
why make a fuss,
she carries yellow lists,
pain enough for one of us,
chained before her Blitz.
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