Name Dropping

A night
Stuffed full of
Hughes, and Harrison, and Armitage

The first one being named after my first wife's cousin
The second one being my current partner's married name
The last one being my house name at Penistone Grammar

Names that have formed me
Names that have forged me
Names that have forced me
To tell you my name

Yet you see it isn't my name; no
It is my father's name, also my brothers use it too
But I prefer my mother's maiden name

Her father's name
My grandfather's name
Kaye, Arthur Kaye; yes, that is my preferred lineage

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Missing The Mark

I was with an old employer, there were three or four of us, sat in a room, I was being told how the business functioned, specifically how sales and marketing worked.

It was classroom stuff, textbook theory, then they showed me a poster, which they had been working on; they were clearly excited about it, they were looking forward to launching it at a weekend soirée.

The poster was A3 size, or slightly larger, it had an urban street scene, with housing, and street lighting for background; the foreground was laid out, in grid formation, with the companies industrial products.

Above the grid was a white area, with quite a lot of large font text, which on reading I took to be from a novel, nothing at all to do with the work as far as I could see, although I did not read the text to the end.

I made one or two half-critical remarks, dampeners you might say, but we moved on; thousands were to be printed, everyone and anyone should have one, they were very excited, you will be able to make the weekend won't you Christopher, one of them asked.

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Last Leg

Apprehension, or
Hypertension
Will you be at home

Comprehension, or
Detention
Will you be at home

We have been apart
More than since our start
Will you be at home

Horse before the cart
Head to rule the heart
Will you be at home

Beginning to smile
Down the last mile
Will you be at home

All the while
Without an ounce of guile
Will you be at home

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Instant Hits

It was dark on the dual-carriageway
That
I am alone in my car
I am on my own now
I am on my way home
To watch From Darkness on TV
That, loss is as loss is, kind of dark

It was dark on the country road
That
I can easily count
The eight red lights
On the television transmission mast
Stood tall, in a vertical column
That, clear is as clear is, kind of dark

It was dark on the house drive-way
That
There is no one at home
The doors are closed
The windows are bolted
Unwarranted access kept at bay
That, longing is as longing is, kind of dark

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Friday

In your absence
I go to the supermarket
Jop fancies 'Full English' for breakfast

I bump into Roz
She is looking for aubergines
You would have talked to her for longer

I forget the sausages
But, and you might be surprised
I bought strawberries and cream

If I should further describe this space
Would I talk of the smiles
As seen in the cathedral

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