Helena

Please don't make me sign, fading stars are nothing new, between the moon and sky, I enjoy being hailed, instead of merely duped, within a sea of nails, don’t say it's all right, to flush money down sewers, better give arsenic a try, is it my night sails, my song that surrounds you, breathe sweetly my oblate, you’ll soon face the tides, lost suddenly from view, when you’re up this high, it’s not me you persuade, like other fools, laughter turns them crude, velvet dreams by night, they certify my dues, range this ocean wide, brings me back to you.

Gigi

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, say Christmas is here again, sadly it's not a ruse, a famous night that’s gone, what we've got to lose, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, they will find us grain, forget it is our due, dispense a need for show, serve our party gruel, we’ll always walk in grace, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re up or down, how we burn our fuel, only here to celebrate, deeds where loving grows, champagne cognac don't be late, will we ever know ?

Faye

My vision arrives too late, it's not easy to believe, what it has to say, rolling within my thunder, exploded like a tree, lost in moans to numbers, you'll find out one day, when you see me keep, plans you’d thrown away, my mind's without clutter, I hardly need to screech, what is love from you, won’t stand in your way, fix your cowards retreat, know its for your fate, it makes me wonder, births, marriage,wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories of your face, are so easy to read, poetry of futile names, am glad to be free.

Elly

Smouldering like a star, chasing numbers, leaving doors ajar, she's a different calendar her boss says 'i wonder', isn't that a great heart, then she buys a car, makes it her trouble, it won't go far, right from the off, bewildered, her tears flood the bar, ten years later, we still hear her laughter, she doesn't do parts, now from a false start. surrendered, her lipstick stark, love always hungers.

Davina

In a supermarket yard, her lovely face washed, by rain and river salt, dressed always decent, her trolley for a brush, she looks at their blankets, lost spirits without spark, they lie here to rest, it's a rare clerk, who won't get upset, put to the test, pitying their tents, life here is stark, in ways that they forage, then rage like storks, think only of the present, tear at their crusts, make out for the best, last in some chart, if life is a sequence, she gives them her heart, stops for the vagrants.

Charlie

Sometimes in this place, you just don't know, if you’ll make it, the same with those, who never show, they don't understand, if there's time to pray, give me a blow, while others turn up late, how they break my bones, do they know, no one gets by alone, I really need to state, sunlight comes with stones, life is not a holiday, this café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar atones, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, cigarettes to taste, an atmosphere of home.

Bella

By the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, she sees the poor, they cross Catherine Street, need in their eyes, linen unclean, the soul of lost hordes, someone asks why, they slouch as they walk, who needs pity, when pity is sly, dances at the beggar's party, all of them caught, there'll be no inquiry, when truth is sought, perish the guilty, each part of their lives, is fractured then buried, makes a perfect nought, a crime to identify, the troubled and lost, between moon and sky ?