Gabby

On methadone you never say, ordinary’s too much like lazy, there is always a train, a thought gone past eight, that brings blissful eternity, making you find ways to pay, stations or runways, don't affect me really, only a silken burning rage, barbiturates are not the same, when you look out and see, faces on the subway, . doctors nod you need to stay, work the weaning steadily, don't jerk around like freight, who cares about family scrapes, I never meet their needs, who has the right to state they’re better off without me ?

Helena

My own test at breakfast, is only a lover's trauma, I don't feel blessed, complaining as we speak, with a raging Corona, all my troubles peak, I howl like the wind, my body amorous, emits dancing songs, that sing on the sea, a real performance, it pictures how I feel, a jukebox in the kitchen, everything roars, nothing's more simple, have never had a rest, but summon the holy ghost, tomorrow will be best, put butter on my toast.

Ferdy

She knows what's been around, an unbroken sky, shows up on naked mounds, a torment of broken sleep, when others fly, she makes her great leap, a kid from our town, she promises to try, to break all the bounds, although born and weaned, and raised by cattle signs, she misses yellow fields, now she dances on the shows, city lights are pure delight, away from country sounds, but her lonesome dream, still demands a reason why, little ones and fireside scenes, still make her cry.

Elouise

Paintings are my scene, museums have a lonely grace, I often hear them scream, they stare from tenuous canvas, it really is my fame, the world's my caravan, from summer to late season, in gas fired winter palaces, I often smell the sea, heaven if you look aghast, at my perfumed embrace, you are like M Duchamp, the rain outside teams, petals trace names on graves, pavements run like streams, unshaven waiters pass, cognac to my place, no café’ and croissants repast, for this well-oiled face.

Danielle

You don’t’ create, this house of spirits, Oceans dance in your place, if you’re at home, your bones in bits, laughter sealed in a room, engage or brace, when taken to your limits, she who hesitates, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is not a trope, tides turn in every way, escape on a cargo ship, always find the decent shape, never one to slope, the sea might writhe and twist, you’ll never be alone, the moon’s in your gift.

Clarice

Who’s your next mate, my lover asks me, I shudder at empty space, I’m sat here thinking, can’t you see , the trace of my feeling, makes my thoughts not great, at such infidelity, but I dance away again, freedom is not for shrinkers, or those who wannabe, gazing down some river, what I have to explain, is to let her know subtly, the sky has changed, see those who are burning, I point along the beach, they are not for turning, 'You' she screeches.

Bethany

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why try to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant laughter, makes you keep to morning trains, look out towards the sea, don’t push us away, when love lies spooling, it guarantees no sweetness, find a place with rules, you sing of gain, that's no eternity, join in our embrace, it will set you free.