Christhree

I paint like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, sense my socks are damp, bring cognac to my table, steaming dishes by measured pace, feed my ravenous frame, I#m no picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, wanting my work done, unshaven waiters, in winter cafes, often watch me faint, women before me claim, with buttered hair on trains, love is just a game, the painting's stuff i crave, museums have a lonely grace, on lone uncertain forays, they shine beneath a lamp, that could be my fame, this small room my last, to forge a name.

Christu

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, it shocks me I'm broke, echoes of an empty suitcase, ends another sad holiday, it's no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, a loss carries no certainty, when you need to loan, songs of a dismal tone, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, with love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, I mark my zones, shades of the infirmary, cradles my bones, I'm a happy soul, reclaimed from the cafes, listen to this joke, one chancer says.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, to see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are an angel, i didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me into the music crew, put jelly on my bones, before my this game, i only thought of you, and all you create, then you began to play, i hate successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, tell me who are you?

Emma Three

Cocaine is my baby, I accept her burnt cheer, it brings me the cradle, breaks a city of stones, down avenues of tears, misery wears different clothes, love is my trade, handled without fear, a good girl these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, except how I flow, I'm never a sideshow, let's make it clear, the nightmare is unknown, and the ashamed, who need all the gear, I'm part of their fame, anyone tries to arraign, don't you be near, with a Gun I won't hesitate, in these turbulent years.

Emma Two

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, thinking of what we’ve bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of pretext, Birthdays lying supine, what we purchase that's caught, searchlights of the vexed, wonder if it's short, with lovers Online, who will pop up next, ask for my time, generally divorced, light through a dark vest, drunk and overwrought, alone at the shopping mall, I'm abstiminus Rex, will anyone give a call, draw a bundle of noughts, a compatability test, is not to be forced, just like the rest.

Emma

you have such a giving way, you bring me Bollinger, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without this sense, to lives of our own, wine pours down my face, like a Christening, you fire the Angel cake, are we here or gone, without a stitch to spin with, we laugh at the unknown, choose to list or waste, our jellied lives in richness, get called upon to pray, you stumble along the way, like a rhythm of the sea, all the trips we make, on greatest days, awash with forgiveness, are easy to celebrate, your beautiful spirit.

Dave Three

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, looked after own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving on Sundays, each part of the gloam, suddenly drained, somehow alone, you grab my feet, guide me to the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget the Vanzetti, catch horizons like these, you wonder why i pray, buy me chips and peas, listen to what I say.