In which the author discusses its name

Oh to dread what people
think. Fear even more what
they speak.

My name far-
reaching, from its
number few.

If those who’ve heard me,
those whom remember.
I apologise greatly, and
wish that number few.

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28 August 2017

The two accordions
sound like mice squealing.

Oh so different from last night.
So it is, subdued
demeanour and silence strong.

The men talk to men,
I talk to no one.

My mother on the phone line
telling me her life.
Quiet smile and untalked nods.

The garden needs mowing,
the husband never does.
Quiet disharmony ruining
perfection on this sunny day.

She’s the one to go, I return to my
GMT. This life is a simple one,
if one allows it to be.

Follies

The Prodigal Daughter’s Return.
Missing the last chapter.

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Jealousy starts once more;
I’ll bash it down. If it’s
justified jealousy then off
my merry way I’ll go.

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Finer is the tea tasted when not you who made…
Alternative is true for the
Guinness pint given freely to you.