Ita

If i fall to my knees, wail out of tune, would you show some sympathy, play me like a tambourine, make me sing the Blues, let me rest easy, and tastefully tease, with your orange daily news, my hands to cup a scream, dance feather like as a bee, buy me pink cheap perfume, teach me one two three , easy ballet scenes, you skip amidst the ruins, my lips as if deceased, weep tears for your dream, hurt me with your truth, leave with all your team, melt me lemon crude.

India

Smoking a cigarette i hail, a woman's face comes near, uplifted on a toilet nail, geese wheel the honking sky, haunt the clouds like deer, i knew her in another life, yellow wraps abound her frame, she lives this way for years, ice and blue her way, colours of no real price, when whatever becomes clear, that unforgiving night, searching for a forgotten name, nothing in here is born, i think of her again, a lover who always gave, blew flame around my fears, shared jokes heard the train, then disappeared.

Idaho

You kiss before you go, light bounces on the tide, salt from last night’s show, when you rise from the dunes, your face a relic of sky, are you solace tuned, designed on the right tones, a mirage of warm surprise, to reveal all your bones, love you take as your due, before you turn on your side, weary travelers consumed, as for dreams you postpone, on some road you’d rather slide, you pass to lonely souls, the sea crashes all alone, an orchestra for your ride, dances again amidst the groans, make them laugh tonight.

Irena

I'm thinking of going away, getting out of this place, drink wine see about trains, but i haven't got the Moxi, she makes such generous trades, my friend who sits quietly, asks her Da to arrange, a trailer trash luxury crate, somewhere nice for us to stay, I don't ask why, cars fill up their lanes, I watch them pass by, men who understand rage, kneel to see her again, dance in lonely heart ache, nothing's like being ingrained, with a lover so contained, who paints her face hesitates, sways gently in the rain.

Helen

You'd gamble the sky, then look at me and moan, turn your face into a why, you say you miss the Blues, watching ships coming home, attend every wake as true, chase money like it was kind, salt and perfume far from home, caress me or at least try, stinking of some great fortune, smoking cigarettes forgetting to 'phone, maybe you can read the runes, call upon different tribes, listen to stories they intone, some'll gurgle some'll die, don't treat me as your wife, forage at some thing unknown, conceal all bitter ugly tones, make me want to fly.

Haya

High breds live on cream, so can let you know, what they really think, each dance gives a clue, their wiles only show, a frozen smile on curfew, bursting with balustrade screams, they whirl around nearly yellow, searching for the dream, murdered by this wanton crew, who like to bestow, largesse on the cruel, their night's vain preen, softer than sourdough, sweats them to their knees, dance naked by the trees, you can kiss my sorrow, rub shoulders in mountain streams, call me tomorrow.

Hortense

She's bored, don't fake an interesting life, say how you were adored, when they let you remain, you cried for days inside, washed shirts in the rain, now you talk without pause, make sudden tinkled chimes, she's heard those tales before, a missive suddenly contains, all she deems wise, her coat hangs on nails, left as an afterthought, gone on the tide, slipped away untaught, you barely knocked her door, regrets don't ask why, emotions too poor, to understand your lies.