Our Cargo Party: Annie Patricia

Our Cargo Party: Annie Patricia: Do I keep or burn, love I thought would last, a flame that still yearns, I could demand anything, now all he sees a trap, what does that...

Our Cargo Party: Annie Patricia

Our Cargo Party: Annie Patricia: Do I keep or burn, love I thought would last, a flame that still yearns, I could demand anything, now all he sees a trap, what does that...

Annie Patricia

Do I keep or burn, love I thought would last, a flame that still yearns, I could demand anything, now all he sees a trap, what does that mean, it doesn't seem fair, not enough to map, why I'm being compared, he’s gone and it rains, songs of our collapse, freight of lonely trains, if you hear my words, they are not just crap, hanging in salty air, all I did was bring, stuff to make him laugh, must count for something, even if it's passed ?

Zara

Who forgets generous acts, standing by an unlit lamp, trying to make fire, watching distabt ships, those who help always last, measured by my dry lips, my husband always laughs, who forgot the candles, to lift our little fast, send us money not tips, we’re jobless on the tramp, throw salt at our fits, bless our sacrosancts, stamp the Catholic stamp, do not let us sag, help us to get lost, spit saliva on our plans, for you the baptised hosts, give what you can.

Yareli

Smoking a cigarette, left here on my mind, a lover's face at my bed, can anyone retain, dawn's unforgiving light, the way he's framed, he no longer bets, about time after fights, they havnt beat him yet, he is first to name, places it's wise to lie, and safer still to fade, a man beyond his stretch, who kisses out his time, dances with what's left, crossed beyond the pale, laughs beneath each sky, small wonder that he sails, colours bright as wine.

Ximena

Sometimes you can’t undo, what happens deep inside, his face hove’s into view, laughter in his blue eyes, when he asks me why, the moon's on the rise, a lover simole and true, he holds out the wine, draws a line at virtue, once he walked the line, found places safe to cry, explored the rushing tide, a man of rage and sinew, forget his sweet lullabies, it’s not an easy listen, in the stuff that chimes, his life is like a kite, a string the only rlde, twisted by sunshine.

Whitney

When did he say you must, was it going to sing, echoing words of my son, loves the house of soul, among other things, but never went alone, in the City life comes first, clothes always need ironing, cling to him like dirt, he never crawls, trusts every living being, writing songs his goal, his Daddy blows a kiss, whenever he did anything, the judge did not miss, says he knows the score, doesn’t stop to think, on a back alley scrawl, my boy is dying.