Idola

Our love of the rain, is a burning tyre, not pine needles and hay, an offering to the Gods, like ice cold fish knives, to show we're not alone, we were never easy or brave, around blue midnight, for what my family craved, demons rattle their bones, among candlelit signs, they pester me for loans, will take them anyway, our eyes meet the tide, at some terrible place, won't keep trouble at bay, this lifeline required, stumble in the roaring Hades, dampen their fire.

Ianira

I stand by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, the remains, of dinner like a tramp, does my unkindness share, your red lips and white face, a cigarette to spare, waiting for the clamp, forgotten fountains of champagne, who needs mountains, when you can send a stamp, like loading a freighter, from hotel rooms in France, you were happy there, listening to the rain, you always let me declare, show you the dance, whiling time at brown cafe's, what we needed to enhance, you didn't say.

Honey

That year was no symphony, always another scene, my partner out of harmony, a photographer of the dead, and unashamed functional streams, wants to give it a rest, all our could have been's, are dazzled by the sea, radiotherapy changes everything, I always failed the test, difficult to find a new identity, when other lies have spread, do poets get longevity, or rage about midstream, when it's time to leave, a laughter not too deep, dreams of heaven and ice cream, lipstick, Guiness busy as bees, praying for some peace.

Haley

You'd gamble anything, you look at me and say, why constrain our summer wings, like you kiss the calendar, watching ships in the bay, roll like waves into harbour, chase money like it was bling, salt and perfume far away, caress me as a wedding ring, sneaking out of somewhere darker, smoking cigarettes kneeling to pray, maybe you can afford to wonder, call upon different singers, what a sound they make, songs gurgle what they bring, don't see me as your cling, forage at some night betrayed, conceal the bitter holy things, take them to your grave.

Krista

A hollow with our team, stays to warm her toes, she's going home, that jilted smile's a train, screeching by the trees, she has no time to play, a caution to her flow, she mentions other schemes, that only borrow, been a long time away, doesn't need the freeze, what people have to say, her thoughts are very slow, still looking for the dream, nothing to bestow, won't hurt you with her no, your night's without a key, she has places to go, these high mountain streams, let you know, what people up here see, almost in their bones.

Hilda

She's your daughter, don't fake an interesting life, say how you were adored, or talk with pregnant pause, make sudden deliverance your lie, we've heard those tales before, when you left our train, she writhed for days inside, that wave in the rain, a letter suddenly supports, your nowhere ville demise, shirt hanging nail on door, left as a reminder, a trace, like she was the one who died, sailing out from every place, this barely stepped on floor, you’ll regret ever asking why, your emotions too poor, to understand the crime.

Hermoine

You never say what's true, what you swore, sashay down a street with you, dance again to the moon, pray at some lonely door, my head full of tunes, why my lover groans, why say things like that for, why break my bones, only fools live like you, barking out your holy orders, shipping your life to stew, i sweat her furious tone, i am not divined by whores, sitting here in this gloom, i was a fool to leave you, i paid a heavy score, your face is blue, love is raw.