Isabella

By the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, she witnesses the poor, cross Catherine Street, fear in their eyes, torn linen unclean, the soul of lost hordes, someone asks why, they slouch as they walk, who need arranged pity, when greed leaps so high, dances at every party, all of them taught, at feasts in black ties, to deny stuffy thoughts, perish such catastrophe, there'll be no inquiry, please don't feel guilty, expand from our shores, our world view identity, laughs at the noughts, in portfolio lives.

Hailey

Sometimes in this place, you just don't know, if it will be ok, the same with those, who never show, they just shrug and blow, if there's time to pray, please let me know, you always turn up late, how they break my bones, why can;t you allow, no one gets by alone, I really want to state, sunlight comes with stones, life is not a holiday, this Bistro trade is slow, a crowded bar atones, at least it is my own, oh for happy days, listening to a jazz solo, red wine’s not to waste, this cafe' is my home.

Gianna

In a supermarket park, her lovely face washed, by rain and river salt, she dresses to be decent, her trolley for a brush, looks at their blankets, lost without a spark, they lie here to rest, she's more than a clerk, it makes her real upset, when put to the test, gazing over their tents, life around here's stark, in ways she knows best, rage never hits the mark, thinks of what presence, needs to make any sense, about a City's expenses, locked out in some chart, they say it's a sequence, please have a heart, she gathers her baskets.

Frankie

Incandescant as a star, he's chasing numbers, leaves all doors ajar, on a different calendar, the boss sometimes wonders, lost with a great heart, then he buys a car, all it makes is trouble, does not run very far, right from the off, looking sad and bewildered, his tears flood the bar, ten years later on, I still hear his laughter, he didn't do extra parts, endured each false start, his life done surrendered, my lipstick is stark, love always hungers.

Emma

Won't it be great, to dance on fresh grass say summer's here again, sadly not a cruise, famous nights have passed, all our stuff cut loose, don't worry about gain, at supper wait till last, they will find us grain, forget what is our due, dispense with needing cash, just serve us up some gruel, we’ll walk again in grace, spit royally upon the mat, consider what remains, we can never choose, if we're posh or tat, all we have's our fuel, know what we celebrate, sun bounces down like glass, bring cognac to our taste, life really is a gas.

Daisy

Please don't make me sigh, fading stars nothing new, between the moon and sky, I enjoy being alone, instead of merely duped, within your sea of loans, don’t say it's all right, flush money like a sewer, better give change a try, in my make shift home, sing songs to barrel you, some of them on banknotes, sleep sweetly my butterfly, you’ll soon face the news, am Suddenly gone from view, you are in my periscope, it’s not me to presume, how you'll crack this code, malice turns me crude.

Camila

Singers dream of home, Arenas are lonely places, gazing out alone, grasping all our fright, that really is our fame, how the world seems bright, heaven to look out upon, the sea of lovely faces, shine like polished stones, from long summer flights, to every ezotic place, our soul's somehow light, but leave us on paths unknown, doubts creep in like waves, fear of that talent gone, waiters dance in fairy lights, bring cognac to our table, please God will be alright, our act of grace remain.