Madison

Who hasn't thought at most, alone and distressed, worrying about the past, take a drink of wine, find at breakfast is best, with this burden of mine, others study just the cost, bring anger to their lists, always what it's not, men beseech me Online, act as though blessed, hate to be defined, generally divorced as boast, bearing pitiful crests, chase shadows in overcoats, I firmly hold the line, hate these dating tests, they're dreadfully confined, I stare at the coast, sometimes ask myself. who will make me toast, suddenly I laugh.

Lily

He has such giving ways, brings me Bollinger, on early summer's days, what can we do alone, without relinqhuishing, circumstance all our own, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, he cuts his famous cake, are we here or gone, nothing much to sin bin, we dream of the unknown, choose to chase and chase, lives act out as witness, better if we just pray, we stumble down the road, rattle chains in empathy, teat our great resolve, these are the best ways, singing not scared witless, huge hours to celebrate, calm restless spirits.

Katherine

our house beyond the dunes, sea roses beneath the sky, all i ever loved was you, a life that's been great, an absence always denied, creakier than the gate, God is not immune, he sees the real inside, surely he's not duped, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how you lied, your plans before too late, is it me or turpitude, that wrestles with the tide, can't you see the ruins, a voice makes me agaitate, stories hung out to dry, being here in this place, makes only birds fly.

Josie

Do you remember the sea, the salt and the spray, our sweet dance of Thebes, now the kids have gone, suddenly flown away, the memomory is our own, we walk on the beach, at the end of each day, all our loving streets, every part of our home, suddenly feels drained, to find we're alone, you still grab my sleeve, pull me close and say, let's take our release, on this wind blown coast, you squueze my face, I smell your Cologne, catch horizons like these, makes me want to pray, buy me ice cream, it will all be OK.

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.