Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by section at 9:30 AM
in Princess Mary's Hospital
on the 24th May, sixty ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked the bum,
swaddled in a blanket howling a wheel.
My big brother on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
Nothing
within a dream
Petrified on the back of a in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the of my uncle Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently out of reach,
the telephone reciever by its cord,
a of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam into the coffin
a polaroid of his
Clutching Good-Luck I peer gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish in the corpse's hair.
In the scullery of the cub-hut my falls
into a of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed into the handle
a crescent of stricken fig-wasps.
my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop off'.
He collapses like a tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod a hole through his shin
are teardrops in his moustache
charging a of champagne
down the aisle and out for a
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary of the wedding cake
A crystal
A pewter
these words inscribed upon the
HAPPY RETIREMENT GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim with hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco
within it's braids a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst
Berwick in a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a false
a seraph
an ashtray for a brain
- and I care about these things
Why do they remain so clear the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A plate
a forking seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital
on an blurry orange thumb
I all these things
Old karate
I am by these things
Thimbles and
I remember all things
A of Woolworth's price stickers
I can see all these 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 seven
he slipped away