Wanda

Windows have paint strokes, against the falling rain, shocked again I'm broke, echoes of an empty reel, another barefoot holiday, it’s no news to me, at my birthing stone, loss brings certainty, when you asks for loans, songs have a different feel, like lonely old trains, save whistles for the hills, to beg again alone, with love gone on skates, hits me in the credit zones, it makes my friends conceal, shadows of the sting days, which circle my worn keel, will go to the city home, hang my stuff on a nail, I'm a generous soul, someone will reclaim.

Valerie

I'm like Marie St Claire, walk with springlike gait, scent of my cologne's rare, bring cognac to this table, survey in measured gaze, nourish my slender frame, please don't look or stare, let others note my day, who've they've seen there, uncertain shaven waiters, at this cafe'grill pavement, often see me faint, men before me don't care, worry about their trains, Paris loves buttered hair, film noir's what I crave, restaurants lonely places, I can act with grace, , it's really all my name.

Ulla

When you see a falling star, does it make you uneasy, knowing it’s not that far, between children and dogs, act out as you please, in a warm hazy fog, dream of ships on Mars, coasting waves tranquilly, runners always bear scars, is that what you want, displace gentle filigree put firewater in my font, blaze your stuff in parts, as your desires increase, keep me in a jar, what the hell's going on, do you need a bended knee, dazed behind a curtain, I'm like someone on a cart, just in fron the country, scraping bits off the tar, your sense of ease ?

Tilly

You appear cLoned, your picture up in lights, more popular than the Jones, if love holds true, know the bells to strike, hold each part of you, tell me you're alone, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, you are not for fools, handdome before your time, fighting off the perdue, why scream down a ‘phone, say here'S no paradise, Flame burns in your soul, for all the great reviews, dreams pass out of sight, wind blows a cold truth, clouds ride big and bold, colour floods the sky, you sing less to atone, want me stand in line.

Sara

Since we've been away, don't know what to do, but each night pray, break the maddened stone, I’ll finish it for you, have we still a home, to keep the time of day, ask what makes US true, nothing more to say, you always have to smoke, somehow play the fool, laugh like a bag of bones, the walls are turning grey, Gin is not my ruin, we've eaten all the cake, confined within this choke, there’s little more to do, golden as we draw broke, let the joy of praise, ride the crest of moon, our horizons fall away, taken as our due.

Ruby

He says up your game, always take your chance, don’t shuffle the remains, listen to this muted song, who would ever lance, his need to belong, sat here watch the rain, snake down a naked path, can’t be bothered to sail, the waves of lonely bars, schooners to rob perhaps, towels with dark marks, my red lips white-faced, smoke before the dance, note time to slip again, why not just bumble along, flying by our pants, has to prove me wrong, before i hesitate, face down all the crap, hope for better days, 'fore the shaded lamp.

Quannah

Am asked to ferment desire, a place without windows, surrounded by tyres, I descend like a fool, to warm my toes, still hope for a rescue, young woman without child, love free to bestow, it's been a while, outside is a smoky blue, my smiles won’t allow, what our ancestors refused, strings on midnight wires, add more to life than show, this long road of ire, traces along my sinews, change is harder to know; how to use my perfume, is it my dancing fire, that turns them hollow, bring into line, all my joys and sorrow.