Monica Three

Sometimes with this pay, you just don't know, what it takes, the same with those, who forget to show, don't understand the flow, and when you say, give me a blow, another one turns up late, they break your bones, as if they know, you can’t get by alone, you really need a mate, sunlit hills come with stones, you'll have to wait, the café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar would atone, for some a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, a cigarette to taste, it brings me home.

Monica Two

In a supermarket yard, her lovely face etched, by rain and dark, worn not defeated, the trolley she leans across, where they take bets, a spirit brims with spark, put 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 Waitrose, and shops in Netto, but life is so stark, she can never forget them, they don’t soar like larks, precise in their movement, says if there’s a chart, to make our corrections, give food to no marks, we are all vagrants.

Monica started again 17th April only to keep posting thru the crisis

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, out of kilter, she hits the tar, all in tears our Ma, ten years later, we still hear her laughter, it finishes our Da, the loss of a daughter, stores pictures in a barn, love always hungers.

Ellen Three

My vision comes quite late, it's not easy to believe, what I have to say, you rolled within my thunder, exploded like a spree, lost in moans and numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind is uncluttered, inside screech, who needs love, I won’t stand in the way, of your retreat, or make any last refrain, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, the memory of your face, is easy to receive, the poetry of our days, always by the sea.

Ellen Two

Wouldn't it be great, to slide on fallen snow, spin slowly in the rain, say it's not a ruse, many a night that’s gone, what you never lose, don't worry about the gain, at supper ask for bones, scream for stuff each day, forgetting is our due, everything we blow, what’s given to the few, we’ll always die intestate, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re on the go, burn only low cost fuel, lips made to celebrate, great deeds where grasses grow, champagne cognac is our grace, put it all on show.

Ellen

You won't make me cry, one star is nothing new, between the moon and sky, do you enjoy being stupid, instead of cruel, in a universe of fools, don’t say it's all right, flush love down the sewer, give arsenic a try, it’s not my perfume, a song that refuses, to bring you the news, you’ll face the tides, without any view, when you’re up this high, it’s not lassitude, or your other mules, laughter makes true, bitter dreams by candlelight, give me just my due, angels soar the ocean wide, I’ll try a different tune.

Stevie Three

You can swear and blow, say it's never too late, to make your way home, but don’t spoil the soup, or worry about fate, you're no one’s fool, a rolling stone, gathers no weight, luck's when it rolls, come back soon, it’s better this way, before everything’s due, too close to the zone, what is it about you, that’s not alone, don’t mind the hooks, you'll always need loans, from my order book, you're too old to roam, nothing left to explain, no knife to your throat, at this broken gate.