Dave

In any place, when you figure it, there's always an Old Lady, while the kitchen shakes, chefs toil in fits, to get a living wage, they’re all on the make, with these new gadgets, that fly around this space, my back is out the race, no hands can fit, around the pain, it spins before my face, like a lover in a launderette, puts me out the game, hangs me on a door frame, music from a tablet, plays again and again, it'd be wrong to say, love doesn’t exist, when my wife and my mate, look like they’ve hit.

Monica Three

Sometimes with the spray, you just don't know, what you have to pay, the same with dough, and other times dates, how they ought to go, just when you say, you need a blow, someone turns up late, how they break your bones, think if you hesitate, you'll get out alone, forget about that other place, sunlit hills come with stones, maybe you'll have to wait, need a downtime not groans, wine to sip and gyrate, around crowded bars to atone, chasing those happy days, listening to the lonely crows, blow cigarettes find a mate, illusions of home.

Monica Two

In a supermarket yard, her lovely face stretched, torn by rain and dark, shining not decent, the trolley leans across, where they take bets, a spirit without a spark, laid there to rest, it's a rare clerk, not put to the test, when clearing this park, to be at their best, she works at Primark, and shops in Netto, but life is so stark, she can never forget them, they didn't soar like larks, near to the convent, if there’s ever a chart, to give us correction, bring food to no marks, we are all vagrants.

Monica the new book of names of 22

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, going out the door ajar, the same calendar, my sister says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, then she bought a car, near the Rotunda, should have seen her park, right from the start, so bewildered, she floors the tar, all in tears our Ma, ten years later, can still hear your laughter, the steppes to me Da, grateful to be a juggler, under oranges in a barn, love forever hungers.

One Two Nine

When you wave ta ra, it sometimes makes me shiver, i die at the bar, then you say you fool and gave a little quiver I'll be back soon what you tell is rotten, stories of ports and rivers, from your battered car, your image's just a spool, tales all delivered, bottles, tar, tidal wool, a bravura from afar, between passage as my lover, left as a reminder scar, to forget me when i drool, for somewhere a tide remembered, when you drain the pool, trust the lands of la la, or say love’s your ember, Santa Fe, Kobe, Antofagasta, somewhere you'll go under.

One Two Eight

Don't leave with someone else, from this house of killers, telling lies seal your debts, will you spell out why, you are at your limit, can't even face the sky, have me lie re credit, leavened of my spirit, perish that awful test, to be like a child, bones of saints for relics, left untended enlightened, loved only by my friends, a course in middle distance, while my tears are spent, hear a blessing in my cry, show concern at every instant, escape by a flash of sight, rejoice with hidden incense, take decisions teeth gritted, thank me for your absence, go away this minute.

One Two Seven

Here's the question, why on a secret phone, you don't hear my request, if there's no case, to your creaking bones, why walk away, you suffer whispers, in hushed magenta tones, yet lightly still trespass, don't blame me, for taking the loans, i'm the one that's steady, why are you like this, flushed as a trombone, to escape their insouciance, your voice sounds great, no one really condones, a quiet line of hate, be careful at inquests, a face blue as bone, unknown bitter cigarettes, you smoke as your own.