Ida

It's useless to hesitate, when knife's to the bone, it always strikes too late, never safe to heed, where I've been going, no one makes me bleed, always keep open the lanes, where you slay your ghosts, no matter what others say, I'm gone from that scene, just meet me alone, my turn now to plead, when I'm delicate, a tune with broken tones, please don't demonstrate, I want to succeed, God accepts what I've done, like the wind in the trees, can you understand ?

Harley

Some nights I ask why, other times God says so, why stars make me cry, it might be Space, that marks our credit zone, you're always out so late, back within my sight, the wind is black and cold, have you taken fright, fire and warmth is great, then why go roaming, sit with me and stay, wake up and smile, make this place a home, flame starts with a light, when you hear me remonstrate, strain my hungry bones, ask what's to celebrate, chasing sky alone ?

Ginny

Here's the question, why on a secret phone, you refuse all forensics, if there's no case, to answer your creaking bones, why do you hide away, say you hear whispers, of me in magenta tones, but who makes the trespass, don't blame the fates, for taking my loans, i'm the one intestate, how are you like this, flushed as a trombone, to escape being witness, your voice is still great, but no one condones, your fine line of hate, be careful at inquests, your face like blue bone, unknown and bitter, blow smoke on your own.

Flora

Don't leave with someone else, from this house of sinners, lies won't seal our debts, please spell out why, you are at your limit, can't even face the night, let me take the test, get us some credit, leavened by peace or rest, to be like a child who enjoys each instant, makes me feel enlightened, perish awful nests, bones of saints for relics, loved by only friends, there's blessing in my cry, a love in middle distance, where my fears take flight, blown on sweet incense.

Esme

Then you wave ta ra, it sometimes makes me shiver, I die sitting at the bar, you say I am a fool, to give a little quiver, you'll be back soon, takes you tell are rotten, stories of ports and rivers, other lives you've scarred, my image's just a spool, something you deliver, bottles, tar, tidal floods, pictures from afar, between passage as my lover, left like a door ajar, forgive this poor fool, somewhere she remembers, when they drain the pool, you won't be living.

Dana

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, always swimming out too far, the same calendar sisters say, how we wondered, she'd make a great play, her great beating heart, lived near the wetlands, then she bought a car, sped into the fray, her face bewildered, would give anyone a race, right from the start insisted, we watch her skid park, she hit the cliff gates, her laughter gone still, almost ten years to date, love always hungers.

Chloé

In a supermarket yard, her lovely face stretched, washed by rain and dark, shining and decent, the trolleys are fetched, where the bums frequent, she walks across, where they make bets, a spirit of great spark, comes here to to assess, it's a rare frequence, not put to the test, when clearing this park, to be at her best, she shops at The Ark, but'll never forget them, life bursts with interest, unlike polished gems, the hymn of all vagrants.