Paul Three

Drunk enough to ask why, accept she's been chosen, before you deny, or fall from her crazes, what she tried to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead her favourite lines, our time goes by unspoken, accept heaven's cry, outside of all your praises, do not shrink nor coax, those wonderful ways, at the grave in time, to verify love's cloaking, a cloud sails the sky, what settles on your face, on these cold bones, when you blow the traces, a flower at your side, a piece of stone, more than any pride, just some little token.

Paul Two

What you call consistent, remains being single, swallows all resistance, your search for the breeze, sometimes the tingle, the water wrung Belfrey, do you hear the listless, an assembly of jingles, the things that you kiss, your quotation of pieces, you learn how to jangle, away on the sea, do you stand faceless, each time dangle, a wind-lashed promise, that you tend easy, instead of the ring, like a rainbow tailed fish, turns a sunlit vista, beyond tides and shingle, what’s not to miss, when you bring trinkets?

Paul

Why live in a haze, fight battles with the wind, battered like cellophane, best not to moan, burn or skim, life is only a loan, when you buck the rain, scour the land, for that perfect bargain, in your worn-out clothes, pick up your drums, you're not on your bones, make a step change, blow ten grand, find love instead of trade, if someone groans, you don't understand, get out of that zone, chained to your days, let your dreams expand, in uncertain ways, be a legend.

Esme Three

My good parts, I firmly state, are for your heart, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything’s too soon, my eyes dart, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, go and live in Vera Cruz, I’m poised but wait, don't need more bad news, a psychiatrist debarred, says emotion's only a name, I'll sell the car, we’ll take another route, I smile and hesitate, kiss before the curfew, you tear me apart, I'm a fool you say, you're not so smart, hold my face.

Esme Two

Make offers to a Diety, no need for grace, that greets my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I wonder about this place, heart against bone, there is a churning pity, blown here by the rain, it doesn’t do solitary, alone in its grotto, I wonder what to say, or how to atone, for all my history, given this day, what price is offertory, these café’ jokes kill me, the useless games, become part of my inventory, I don't plan to deceive, put ribbons around a cage, but want to believe, sunshine fills my face.

Esme

Tunes jingle and ping, my insides screech, I need another drink, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I need to do, your face tear sprinkled, lemon blue by the sea, turns into my shrink, I’ll kill the truth, with my own conceit, a conscience in ruins, let others think, so eager to squeeze, memories, a sous chef king, they echo my blues, a coward's retreat, no dreams to rue, but if there's a chink, of light scattered easy, I’ll be off in a blink, when released.

Francine Three

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters groan, in trouble you need, solace each day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, we'll dance a reel, best not to moan, a fisherman protects his creel, don't let panic reign, in Calendars of the sea, take Calcium for your bones, in this place stay sane, no one really atones, the bird who drops seed, says it’s only fame, sing as you speed, drunk as a fiery contralto, weave amongst flames, is this all you own, dissolve give way.