Zara

Can you love me, do you think you dare, the way I used to be, look at me, I breathe, is it my grey hair, that makes you dream, Paris on glossy evenings, would you care, Pastis and nights spent free, with someone's being, clink yellow glasses with her, still fresh at fifty three, blowing like steam, your eyes flared, would you let out a scream, all those might have beens, is that fair, for a life of ease you my blonde flaneur?

Yemi

The turn of stupid days, scour my great unease, a river quietly embraced, the streets and diners, bring a sense of need, solace if you find her, it’s not a real home anyway, down these yellow streets, think where else to gaze, debt is timeless, beneath cool leaves, blue drinks drunk by minors, Our Lady holds her sway, in these cold light seasons, love always stays, the law tends to blindness, the water still seeps, waves of the crimeless, my sister's broken cities

Yemi

The turn of stupid days, scour my great unease, a river quietly embraced, the streets and diners, bring a sense of need, solace if you find her, it’s not a real home anyway, down these yellow streets, think where else to gaze, debt is timeless, beneath cool leaves, blue drinks drunk by minors, Our Lady holds her sway, in these cold light seasons, love always stays, the law tends to blindness, the water still needs, waves of the crimeless, my sister broken cities.

Xavier

In a spartan cafe', redeemed by our needs, don’t make me trade, a blonde bright lit home, for an invisible enemy, where shadows climb walls, in the falling rain, we reel at the infirmary, an echo of empty cradles, a doctor's sad tone, more than we can ever be, love worn and gone, on hospital alleyways, the absence of a heartbeat, like a dismal train, pray at St Peter’s dome, loss brings no certainty, just whistles forlorn, over the sea.

Wilhelmina

You whisper love, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face a moon, luminous as a sign, above the credit stores, you search for reasons why, an arc of pearling doves, a lifetime learning to moan, fly to those who give, in these dark cold nights, fresh linen and Cologne, makes you feel all right, you wear a hooded look, like saints conceals their bones, always swear by the book, what light shines above, or in dust remains prone, life is ever tough, your star is not alone.

Veronica

Who wants to be free, asks my lover, she lifts her head easy, her bright horizon, is not given to everyone, her toenails painted crimson, nothing between us and the sea, the breeze kind on the peninsula, don't you want to succeed, an answer is called upon, a short step to Zion, a symphony ruined and gone, the riot of her lipstick creases, she thinks she's a funny one, the wine caresses me, if I don’t want oblivion, to refuse her refugee salon, why state marriage is a con, if I’m just a demi john ?

Veronica

Who wants to be free, asks my lover, she lifts her head easy, her bright horizon, is not given to everyone, her toenails painted crimson nothing between us and the sea, the breeze kind on the peninsula, don't you want to succeed, an answer is called upon, a short step to Zion, a symphony ruined and gone, the riot of her lipstick creases, she thinks she's a funny one, the wine caresses me, if I don’t want oblivion, to refuse her refugee salon, why state marriage is a con if I’m just a demi john ?