Chrissie Three

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour to the sea, see your eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, all the stuff that’s fake, each day of being happy, is echoed in my calls, then it hits me, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, some old has been, asks penny for your thoughts, what about infidelity, it’s a different take, on being cast forlorn, a bill of lading, shivering I want to be, not the one who’s caught, it’s not my scene, wondering if I'm born.

Chrissie Two

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat on dark café’ seats, leave us alone thank you, our faces might need soap, we've heard the news, we are not at sea, throwing away the ropes, just let us be, do what we say we'd do, faith as strong as stone, we don’t need your views, a ticket for the entry, carries a ray of hope, hanging on the breeze, don't ask us what’s true, or even how we know, play some bitter tune, we’ll set ourselves free, ride freight trains home, laugh loud at our beliefs, sweep everything over.

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.