Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by section at 9:30 AM
in Princess Maternity Hospital
on the May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, across the bum,
swaddled in a howling like a wheel.
My big Iain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a through the mud
by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
Nothing
Death a dream
Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off
I can see the ghost of my Derek waving to us from the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the telephone swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken expanding on the lino.
My mam into the coffin
a of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly the side,
my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish in the corpse's hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed into the handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably to chop them off'.
He collapses like a tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod a hole through his shin
There are in his moustache
a flute of champagne
down the and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers the sugary pillars of the wedding cake
A spoon
A tankard
these words inscribed upon the
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured tobacco smoke
it's braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
a false pearl
a seraph
an ashtray for a brain
- and I don't care about things
Why do they remain so while the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A Rington's
a forking hairline of superglue through the Black Gate
a photoframe
frozen on an blurry thumb
I all these things
Old karate
I am by these things
Thimbles and
I all these things
A roll of Woolworth's price
I can see all things but
where all my people gone?
In the end it wasn't to be.
He was the most thing that I had ever seen.
He survived for days
before he away