Pammy

Can you see that locket, what flag have you unfurled, you feel inside my pockets, is it me whose tame, turns cold upon your stare, all is not the same, when a kiss blows softer, loneliness does not share, a fuse without a socket, take your callow game, anchors hold me square, ships roll down their lanes, sit by trees eat Whatsits, clothes we'll never wear, surprise often comes upon us, amidst the evening flame, the river risen here, I'll always call your name, love beyond repair.

Oona

Do we stoke and burn, flames as blue as gas, shall we turn them down, you worship all the earth , now time has passed, but remain unconcerned, holidays you jumped and cared, never let a joy collapse, there was always prayer, on smokey brown chairs, with songs strong as brass, you'd consider money earned, leaves you eager to learn, small talk makes you laugh, you were never really spare, all I did was have affairs, all you did was fast, raised me to the air, told me to get lost.

Natalie

She kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, dances like a fallen queen, talks of leaving home, an artist bright and unfazed, needs to expand her shores, has never left her street, tho' she's traveled many ways, resides with me upbeat, it leaves you to suppose, we're more than passing trains, when love like this gets close, part of me is reeling, sprinkling like flower sprays, visions on St Anthony's quay, now an empty cellulose, morning cafe' warmth and cakes, kisses at the dawn boat, time across my face.

Maria

Can I beat this scene, looking cool on vodka, as if it will protect me, not so far done down, lipstick slashed for work, my eyes face their own, this place like a dream, a red and yellow cellar, he asks where I've been, my greatest days are home, he loosens first my collar, sits by my side alone, says am gifted from the sea, wants to bring me Bollinger, awaits the next epiphany, doesn't hold with form/, has neither sou nor dollar, just another bum, I tell him don't bother

Lily

Sometimes i feel squeezed, within the smiles he makes, his manner sleepy easy, love lights mark his bones, who is he to shake, me from my loving home, when he was thirty three, New Orleans forsaken, he looked to the sea, the moon his barometer, knows what he's taking, decided just to go, by a lilac magnolia tree, he stretches a long gait, pulls at my feelings, whispers a loving groan, I wish it weren't fake, listening to the stones, the sky opaque.

Krystal

I was crying believe me, leaving from San Remo, waving by bye singly, I haven't got the blues, he is such a giving soul, this habitue' of toodle doos, my Italian friend weeps, says there goes your pension, who am I to lose sleep, there is nothing to rue, I can live on song, just a little fortune, maybe he feels guilty, buys me a lover's home, sleeps now more easily, pay the new woman's dues, just a minute though, why do I resent this news, better to betray our dreams, or wake alone, staring at an empty country, he has more to atone.

Jade

What separates from our best, does a sail make us shrill, our flight to change address, a raging thirst for home, maps, some salt,let us thrill, forget we leave our bones, don't mock at our requests, on nights battered or still, we scan our weathered compass, locate to inventive zones, where we'll eat our fill, hope to escape our shadows, put our days at sea to rest, face each wave or rill, struggle each duress, send us back if cosmatose, devoured by men or kids, flame or water to confess, God retains our will.