Joanna

There's times I wish, I’ve waited so long, on this wretched bridge, my taxi’s long gone, now leave me alone, I’m not twenty one, what makes you think, don’t know what I’m doing, getting jealous in drink, splash on more Cologne, who wants to smell cold, strung on these folds, let the moon blink, my ship's coming home, sick and tired of shrinks, smear red lipstick on, an unsteady sojourn, really no one's fault, remain majestic and fit, sweet as my best song, ice cream for this trip, nice and strong.

Ivy

Do we think of others, screaming down the phone, a cross borne for mothers, pray for all of those, whose thoughts lay blown, across forgotten summers, ' a cornfield smothers, the dance we do alone, men flit amongst us, we can only suppose, by water and blue clothes, what they want to echo, our days fill with lovers, buckets we take home, throwing dice at trouble, our hands a level force, more than we ever know, a river runs its course, in the valley below.

Hope

The poetes mauvais, he hates to gloom, are they made of clay, these are their bones, in place of his blood, each time he's alone, has gone back to slay, an old unwritten rule, promised him every day, evening fades the Domes, traces this lonely fruit, he faces night alone, aching for a child I say, what we have to do, ie seize time anyway, birdsong early morning, it's a poor fool, to ignore their warning, maybe I have to state, they hold onto you, get them out the way, give life our due.

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.