Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian at 9:30 AM
in Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the 24th May, sixty ago today,
dangled by the ankle, across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket like a wheel.
My big brother on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, bellowing through the
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is in the telly beyond a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
important
Death within a
on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently out of reach,
the telephone swinging by its cord,
a glass of beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips into the
a of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda on a chrysanthemum
and a family of hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of flour - a flurry of
squashed into the handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the floodlit
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his
are teardrops in his moustache
charging a of champagne
the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the cake
A spoon
A pewter
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
within it's braids concealed a
of plastic soldiers set to underfoot
Berwick in a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a pearl
a ceramic
with an ashtray for a
- and I care about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved disappear?
A plate
a forking hairline seam of through the Black Gate
a photoframe
frozen on an orange thumb
I all these things
Old trophies
I am by these things
and pesatas
I remember all these
A roll of Woolworth's price
I can see all these but
where have all my people
In the end it wasn't to be.
He was the most beautiful thing that I had seen.
He survived for seven
before he slipped