Quetzalli

Coming by train last night, I swear it’s not easy, to put love to one side, he lives in Naples, I'm staying in Brindisi, he says everything's OK, it's a perfect sight, the moon over the sea, in his arms I sigh, fresh linen on the table, the fruit of last season, my longing for fables, he talks of a writer, named Lisa Passolini, and kisses me quietly, on the roof we’re able, to see Saint Peter's, I hear the poor failing, their voices take flight, hands rise unseen, shouldn't we ask why, they're without dreams?

Paula

My voice gets raised, just turn me loose, no more baking days, I hate to be alone, strapped to a curfew, lonely on the 'phone, pheww you’re no angel, dreaming something new, always want me changed, all your stupid cronies, stupid party poopers, jokers make me groan, before you got afraid, everything seemed true, honey you created, now on your bones, they'll turn the screw, nothing's here you own, will put you away , I've gone past the Blues, cast adrift by day, on a tide of losers.

Nancy

I don't want to know, if you've really time, to reel what you've done, choke while you pray, consoled in your wine, keep the house anyway, when you're all alone, you'll think me kind, listening to your groans, hear me when I say, you’ve spun your last line, dreaming of the highway, what you really own, is a poor man's tontine, shamble of bricks and loans, you ask why I’m late, I'll tell you why, been at the lawyer's place, you can never atone, why bother to cry, made everything wrong, too late for trying.

Oceana

Just a game my sister, forget how to wrangle, all we have is blisters, your search for the free, hangs like a dongle, a kite across the sea, the way you kiss, makes his eyes crinkle, forget those promises, set loose on the breeze, admire his frankness, wave surfing carefee, don't let yourself spin, each line he imagines, reeling you in, he won’t write an oddysey, or give you a handle, another no bode addressee, why do you insist, waiting on the shingle, nothing's here to miss, Baby he's a wrinkle

Miley

it's useless to placate, a Knife to the bone, always see it too late, never safe to heed, what you've been doing, no one makes me bleed, don't get in the way, will slay my own ghosts, how long be the wait, say nothing of that scene, just leave me alone, my turn now to deceive, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a boxed freight, not in my creed, to keep fear at home, if you want to succeed, the moon comes up great, it knows what I've seen, hung wind in the slates, fire on the breeze.

Lana

Whatever else you need, make it the last one, will wave when I leave, consider me done, not busted nor relieved, I'll still count my bones, hang on the breeze, by an Ocean or shore, you won't hear me scream, when you walked me home, under lilac trees, my eyes were aglow, nothing's what it seems, you had me on toast, part of your conceit, now listen my good fellow, don't play other scenes, you'll drink to atone, what you once stormed, it's rotted to seed, you've lost this last one, waiting to deceive.

Kathleen

Some nights I ask why, other times don’t, why stars shine all night, is it a sense of peace, somewhere that marks their zone, you staring into space, turn away from my eyes, the wind is black and cold, sunk again in wine, kids and dogs are great, we get along why moan, no one sees the slate, can’t make up your mind, if you're here or gone, say flame must start with light, then listen to me fulminate, rage down a broken phone, suffer my tirades, no matter how we fight, strain our yearning bones, I'm only serving time, not to be alone.