Cresta

Standing by the beach, she says don't leave me, I’m only crying for the sea, can anyone retain, that unforgiving need, when you've derailed a train, I say take it easy, what do you want me to be, she shrugs at our destiny, dunes shift in the evening, in her eyes a steel, she says 'you’ll bleed', I hum an innocent refrain, how to enjoy freedom, when no promise is made, a life of dull marriage, is not for me, pretend they don’t matter the could have beens?.

Carrie

You'd gamble anything, your daughter says, including unforgiven fights, draining you like a drain, the times she swayed, in falling snow or rain, within your blue eyes, could you ever retain,, the time she most prized, letting go as you came in, was she always that way, smoking her Capstan, make her smile anyway, chuckle on her Saint’s day, dissolve each loss with gain, unhook the gas ring, make tea on the range, dogged by such things is no one to blame ?

Clara

You stroll off the meter, but you don't see me, dressed for the cashmere theatre, blow upon your polished fingers, at the Salon du Te,' hear policemen whisper, discuss suitable places to be, sip Darjeeling, no need turn on your heel, guaranteed protection, like a bushel of wheat, they whisper Blondie’s singing, and all of those parties, you danced by the sea, a desperate fleur de Lys, did waves rise in rhythm, do you remember our street, where you skipped in rayon, twisted to their screams.

Catherine

We dream of justice, defeated, tossed away, images of a love resistant, do we think of Solomon, who never sought that reign, what were we thinking of, will our insolence, our trawled remains, further enslave and imprison us, calendars we see only one, it stays on a single page shows how far we’ve come, uncertain questions, lie unborn every day, none accepted, cigarettes smoked and gone, try to have our say, time frittered on any son, our saving gain.

Baila

Many an ice cold Diva, makes no sense to me, when they sing Ave Maria, your face pale as the tide, a poem makes me weep, dream and ask why, can we ever make history, each morning released, like love we gave to nights, to seamen and Cafe's, stunned beneath the lights, your laughter a delight, like sunshine on the breeze, a taste of the sea, in circumstances we believe, but who makes us decide, demand our own scene, scream out only for Bollinger like angels released ?

Billie

Don’t talk to me and pause, give one of those sighs, I've seen these looks, it's where I live now, not your own interesting life, God you’re slow, while you make good causes, I was barely alive, all those conditional clauses, Recife, Manous, Matta Grosso, Is where you expect to die, and you want me to follow, here’s where a story ends, about the way you cried, when I needed comfort, sun kissed beaches skin glow bars, boys, warm easy delights, you course is always below, carried on the tide.

Bet

When love is only, three missed trains, your face is solace lonely, is it only wishful flare, that love should stay, instead of slipping at the bar, those lines going nowhere, the wine you gave away, nights of ached for care, wrap them in a solitaire , you’ll never change, riding high at the fair, on the cafe' square, trees in the gentle rain, cigarettes thrown in the air. my mother used to scold me, why rush through each day, stations of your litany, one car's just the same.