Aria

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, worrying what's bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, birthdays or Valentines, all the stuff sought, betrayed by the vexed, consistently for more, forget scripts Online, who'll pop up next, sugaring sugary lies, generally divorced, wearing sharp kecs, looking overwrought, at the shopping mall, staring at bequests, don't give me a call, they click their jaws, who'll pass the test, supposed to be joyous, give me a rest ?

Zizi

The year he passed away, couldn't get past the blues, lay sunken day by day, I wouldn't be alone, didn't want anyone new, the street was my curfew, but you were an angel, I haven't got a clue, how you helped me sway, arranged the funeral home, introduced me to a few, put meat on my bones, before this game, I only thought of you, what you created, I started to condone, useless at cooking food, you made a different loan, what am I to you ?

Yaya

Champage is my baby, just love her burnt cheer, reminds me of the cradle, turns my city aglow, makes avenues so clear, I live in different bones, love is for my trade, we handle it without fear, let its bubbles float away , long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, Bollinger with caviar toast, pick up some new names, we just need no fear, brio fashions all our forays, never willingly on show, no purpose served in tears, we are relaxed you know, anyone who says, there’ll always be tears, I raise my glass again, to these turbulent years.

Xanthe

When I say blow you', makes my troubles light, so much more to do, all poets die intestate, however much they lie, spitg venom at the page, chefs scream at menus, face down terrible night, frighten kitchen crews, clerks destroy the place, tell them how to cry, anchors bind their fate, someone has the truth, doubts roll from my eyes, no longer am I duped, isn't it just great, to feel a love inside, banish all this rage, a house by the dunes, lying near the tide, not some bitter fruit, hanging out to dry.

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 ?