Chrissie

Your face out of tone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, chipped away by time, the daily political commentary, a life steeped in brine, lipstick bright as chrome, when they hang me, will you stretch your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, until the time I freeze, from that nebulous crime, strum tunes on a tooth comb, dance like a honey bee, smell like a newborn, your house on the shoreline, the bottom of a road, will you smell the Limes, as my body lists and groans, act carefree, make appeals on the ‘phone, watch morning TV?

Jo Three

What do you care, the pull on my traces, that makes me follow, a song in blue trees, thick lines on my face, spun on the breeze, if you can share, at memory’s gate, send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, that seeps electrically, hard to know what's here, when your voice is raised, lips that snare, down broken streets, no one runs or hesitates, from sugary treats, you say I'm square, if my tune’s so great, why are you so unaware, of passing days?

Jo Two

We truly chant and swear, first ones hit the spot, others just don't care, no drama or lucky stars, our debts a mounting cost, the journey's always far, a moon bright under glare, each place lit with dots, no one hides in here, whoever makes a mark, another folds the cards, there are no easy starts, lemon fears laid bare, rusty nails our lot, weak are those who share, danger near or far, before any littered cot, fairy queen Jack Tars, bones stripped bare, on walls sweating lust, forget previous dares, this one is rubbed out.

Jo

On a bed that creaks, she listens to the rain, and turns to speak, it’s not my tune, she says, the words unused, the walls washed green, the moon in train, knows where she's been, Paris and sunlit avenues, not somewhere fake, or nostalgie de la boue, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she slips to the jakes, it reaches her knees, outside a Magnolia blooms, this bed's like a cradle, it murmurs in the room, you can smell the sea, from many a life taken, somehow she squeezes, her features release, a face for the day.

Paul Three

You pull on your gloves, take your time, say you're no longer in love, remember the tune, that forgives broken lives, it still beats true, heaven's a cover, when you touch that line, don't reach it in blood, want for them to hit you, when the bell chimes, fix up the bedroom, give to those who scrub, lead a generous life, not always in the clubs, like you'd never rue, the mysteries of wine, hear your fists go boom, listen to what's above, shudder without a dime, fly like a released dove, it feels right.

Paul Two

When liars shout out rules, keep away from pills, sing your own tunes, life is not some Santa Fe, that anyone can kill, silver gives you headway, money owed to every fool, find ways to laugh until. order sings in every room, a new prayer each day, will always fulfil, demands of lust and rage, dream of good news, don't worry at the chill, those you have to refuse, douse yourself with petrol, there'll always be bills, to make the petals bloom, no need for love's curfew, to slake your thrills, act with silent effort, reduce the debt to nil.

Paul

Don't sing them your Blues, stammer on the wire, say everyone pay some dues, life isn't a stone, left in the fire, they want you to atone, whoever breaks the news, cancelled the choir, they sing singular truths, business in their bones, poisons your desires, you'll always be alone, read all the books, they always inspire, stay away from booze, this café is your ruin, but always aspire, wear your red shoes, each little bit of you, that everyone requires, give not a clue, you're no liar.