Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Ula

Nothing else to gain, a knife to your throat, is this a holy escape, they'll arrive soon, frenzied on the waves, sneering at everything that's true, you'll survive the wait, step closer to the zone, temper fear, never hesitate, or mind their hooks, you'll always have a throne, forgive wayward looks, heal your broken gaze, you're not a rolling stone, like a Brigand seeks escape, no need to swoon, don't worry about the rope, you are no one's fool, it's not too late, they will swear and go, you can come home, you're too cool for fate.

Una

Do you cook with gas, turn the flame down, make your love a blast, face like a stone, the way you look now, it's not worth going home, silken men who're trapped, when you're in gowns, always collapse, they ring you like ghosts, life's not your own, to stay at your post, drink wine aghast, your head like a clown, a scarf worn for Mass, won't leave you alone, consider them gone, pick up your tomes, there's just enough past, to make you hurl, say enough, Basta, you're never that girl.

Monday, 19 March 2018

Tina

You look like you rule, dancing off the bread line, who taught you the rules, you think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, what makes you so cruel, stuff going on inside, the face of Miss Cool, even in pain, your eyes are like fireflies, looking to make hay, the way you doodle, cooked over lies, is this what you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a cracked open pool, may offer you hindsight, but not born to fool, if anyone asks why?

Tiata

Unpack your dreams, I don't want to atone, what isn't for me, I'm not a loon, who just wants a throne, in searching for love, the life of all has beens, who live through their ghosts, is that what you mean, even if I knew, you once burned the toast, it's not something to rue, not really my scene, that you try to clone, or face withered leaves, hate what I'm doing, a knife to my throat, does that keep you going, you know where I've been, don't let out a groan, stifle your screams, play the rolling stone.

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Tamsin

My lover asks, were you ever born, how come nothing lasts, where are your ghosts, the dreams you have torn, that won't leave you alone, I adjust my glasses, stroll through a field of corn, I know my past, don't ever throw stones, at what you've known, it helps you to grow, I like the chit chat, am not a fool don't fawn, before anything like that, with me in your bones, I can create a storm, every tune has a tone, the clue's in the mask, where no one's forlorn, a heart without scorn, I'm built to last.

Timmy

This is not me, jelly for thoughts, each day of uncertainty, a useless fall from grace, cast adrift forlorn, do you really want hate, or foul reason, to laugh when I'm caught, spitting in the lee, she reads this and shakes, absence from my call, screams why I hesitate, waiting for the seasons, wonders if I'm born, squaring for the next scene, she raises the stakes, a fear of being torn, I have to act brave, who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, when she dances on thorns.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Tommy

You ask if we'll cope, can you help, to look after our home, just be a leper, away from the Pen, we've no need for grease, stay out of our zone, you might mean well, but we're better alone, don't wrap us in sheets, measure our chrome, we know these streets, we roll with the blow, on bar stools and weather, our skin needing soap, a long gait and knees, we are not lepers, laughing through our broken teeth, throw away your rope, don't stand there bereft, our pockets might need hope, but there's always heaven.