Rowe

A winter of religious scenes, she dabs at another frame, stands without relief, regards the thing she's honed, out from that other game, doubts she's ever alone, in yellow nights of dreams, even when she looks away, it's not what it seems, in many ways she's gone, lost without a name, the work is not her own, but canvas lets her see, painting's like a nail, a matchstick in the sea, the pull of other thrones, never lets her reign, her hand is a stone, but work is her Me, she wakes and eyes the day, another strike at liberty, there's no better way.

James Three

You cross to the lee, things are never the same, salt dawdles on the breeze, danger comes to your eyes, fame is in your gaze, has it brought another spy, perfume from last night’s heat, rises on gentle waves, surrounds you at your seat, how you hold the line, you won't be framed, even if you tell a lie, a church without society, a jewel for your days, silk on this silken sea, beyond the burning fires, someone chants your name, the gods are wise, being true is never easy, especially with this campaign, they will set you free, chained to your odyssey.

James Two

Who can resist, or diminish your flame, sometimes by a wayward kiss, hidden by brickfields and scree, supplies of waste, gather at your feet, beware of those you hit, please don’t turn and say, am I being remiss, the alley ticks with heat, sunshine falls in little grapes, your look is all-seeing, let them go piss, you say again, rage will absolve us, for everything we see, we'll see again, including our envy, uncertain misfits, shoved tossed away, fools seeking justice, beg for your name.

James

That’s behind you now, sit stunned around a Pool, a breeze makes you scowl, on golden sand you dream, all that hides in blue, scrubbed by the sea, it's easy to be blown, what you've been through, why not turn brown, trees swell with yellow leaves, they carry the news, just let everyone be, what you can't undo, or make your tongue refuse, you won't denude, do you wax and seal, offer them cashews, put them on the wheel, concoct some fantastic town, where everyone is good, no one lets you down, no one makes you lose.

Berna Three

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels the pain, or cares for the drones, that rise like Babylon, beyond the time zones, when he sees my face, the running lines of alcohol, it’s all suddenly plain, a time to stay alone, a wolf howl at the moon, not like being home, maybe I'll take a train, find last winter's love, ride around the Bay, who knows how it’ll go, a trapeze of broken runs, heavy as a stone, how do you kindle flame, bleach your hair use a comb, can we ever really say, what we're made of?

Berna Two

Out by the long lights, side by side in harmony, we are cool as anthracite, why take a train, or sail on the lee, when you jump a plane, so far we're all right, who needs reason, act like young socialites, it's fun being away, we won't ever concretely, inquire about pain, a long silent night, doesn’t stand scrutiny, that morning can’t buy, our horizon’s frayed, the sun is all-seeing, it beats out the stain, we want to be free, we say from on high, below us the sea, don’t ask me why?

Berna

I dream of his class, silken not torn, listening to him gasp, struggling without scorn, broken unsought, I feel reborn, landing in the traps, dancing on thorns, he’s a modern-day iconoclast, what have I caught, riding this storm, a penny for your thoughts, can you say it overlaps, now that he's gone, hidden under Burlap, I fed him corn, he broke the fast, now I’m alone, on the next mountain pass, I'll have him clawed, love cannot crash, short of his shorts.