Gigi

Who removes the cast, only children think of home, across thhis singing pass, in the Café’ du Surpris, they can hear my woes, ask for my spirit's release, Puccini ons the terrace, Campari , dark glasses, soda, my visits here don't last, Why deny this present need, shield me from the Ghosts, come here only for release, like my Goddess Callas, I sing before I moan, Sourballs ease my pallett, sea birds screech and wheel, cliff nests honeycombe, I look again to sea, this place I come from.

Felicia

Old men who need women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the pity of night groans, a cool breeze seizes, the dread of being alone, worried they appear timid, that skin clings to bones, their desires know no limit, want to make ladies glow, bestow love every evening, bars are their only show, cognac turns breath bitter, even a prosthetic gleam, btings no disco glisten, beneath the idle boasts, know what Goya has seen, richer softer pillows, wine bread falling leaves.

Emma

Don’t look at me and pause, give one of those sighs, heard these tales before, this is my home now, not your interesting life, God you’re slow, while you spout good causes, I'm barely alive, in conditional clauses, please stop your moans, at wife number five, gush like water flows, outside a church door, Is this where you die, you want me to follow, hear this I won’t, despite the way you try, who needs your comfort, on this sun kissed cove, my skin grows alive, such was my life before, praying for a tide.

Daphne

Being an ice cold Diva, makes no sense to me, when she sings Ave Maria, high tragic in cheek bones, her voice an ocean deep, what resource she's shown, her laugh is for dreamers, like sunshine on the beach, yet hard as clam coquima, love she gave to lovers, to seamen and Cafe's, is far away as ever, in stances of believers, she is her own obituary, each morning retrieved, but no one lives alone, shes doesn't fool me, praying for her soul, before a cup of tea.

Charlotte

You stroll off the meter, but you don't see me, dressed for the theatre, apply polish to fingers, at the Salon du Te,', ignore a flic whisper, discuss places to meet, sip Darjeeling, turn high on your heels, guaranteed to linger, your blonde hair conceals, an invisible surrender, all of those parties, you give by the sea, hides desperate catharsis, do waves rise in rhythm, at your command and greet, your once coveted rayon, down our street.

Bree

The weekend sings, when everyone can hear me, on my silent wings, stars pour thru my bones, can everybody see, my songs all of home, the yellow light of Spring, brings my fresh dreams, they sure make me feel, sometimes when I groan, mind shallow as Disney, the beach is stony hollow, but now to better things, I sail upon the sea, hot sun on my jeans, I rein my bitter tones, look forward to be happy, embrace summer flings, am a girl that's funny.

Angel

You laugh like you rule, but it’s not the heat, deserts don’t trust fools, you can’t explain, why oases lose their sheen, that you should bother again, you’d say that these mules, forever miss their beat, looking at hopeless ruins, poverty yellow and grey, doesn't come with sun screen, you're protected anyway, you are like all of us , when brown and seventeen, sweet and bitter as almonds, instead you conjure a train, turn your head serene , look away from our gaze, smell the salt sea.