laura

Working here's no paradise, it’s always in the news, people aren’t very nice, could as well be jail, coffee and cake like glue, love’s a broken gate, all I want's a better life, show what I can do, need a little respite, my songs are well regaled, the arias too, a pity I don’t flay, this cesspit full of lies, little pieces made of you, don't ask me why, what has been created, boils away like stew, I’m not an easy play, home’s for me no searchlight, when it beams on truth, this time of early night, sheds no pretty hues.

Lauren

I live in a haze, sheltered from the wind, pinned here like cellophane, best not to moan, or set a new trend, please give me a loan, I won’t jump the train, disappear from the land, find a wicked way, in my best clothes, but enjoy being kind, even on my bones, make a whole life change, show how it could be, In love more than trade, when someone groans, I’ll shoot them a grin, move out of that zone, stoke up a blaze, break free of Gin, call out your name, you’ll understand.

Writers

We can sometimes squeeze, from each breath taken, a moment that's easy, that makes me swoon, face washed happy, in this bohemian room, outside is a sycamore tree, cars mark the way, sunlight parts the breeze, they’re playing our tune, forget lovely holidays, a lorry goes vroom, writing feeds our frenzy, the bed is a cradle, above is eternity, we’ll dance on this avenue, each thought castaway, tell our good news, till the house timbers creak, we’ll try and create, some lovely speak, say love is what stays.

Maria

In a café’ that’s dark, her lovely face shadows, she thinks of supermarket yards, dressed for night’s presence, across trolley she’s heard, they’ll take any bet, spirits with some spark, she comes here to allow, herself to carry on, it’s a rare clerk not cut to the marrow, when clearing her park, she can’t forget that lot, they don’t soar like arrows, precise in their movement, but feels their dreams makes lists when off clock, poetry’s her scene, if there’s ever a chart, to enumerate forebearance, then think of no-marks all of us vagrants.

Sasha

Here in an empty Saloon, I play this sad game, It does me no good, shadows make strokes, across the dirty bus lanes, shocked again I'm broke, songs of melancholy hue, drift from a guitar playing, they hang in the blue, down this long road, they say loss’s net gain, but when you need loans, who calls the tune, above wooden tables, it seeps into my perfume, better exist alone, with him off the rails, I’ll carry the load, due north are the Dunes, lying over the lake, what happens to truth, does it make waves?

Sophie

I'm not your latest grip, nor big sea, the yellow light hid, you ask about my lovers, with all their surly needs, they don’t have my number, what I want to live, to break belief, is fashion all my limits, find a place of wonder, witness the creed, like my denim sister, red nails and paper ribbon, showing is enough to bleed, it really is within my gift, enslave or encumber, a lifetime crossing ferries, the smells of sweet summer, you make me sound limpid, by title or deed, a matchstick in the river, so much more to me.

Christos

I need another home, somewhere else to stay, now that you’re gone, what I need to do, ship out all the waste, forget that other Dude, in troubled zones, find comfort in every day, try not to feel alone, the sea is lemon blue, cafe's swell with rain, I’m feeling nothing new, here in my bones, but know there’s a way, to take control, something in my mood, that doesn’t laugh and say, I want another you, brilliant pheromones, whisper your name, my waters hold firm, I'm moving OK ?