Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am by Caesarian section at 9:30 AM
in Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the 24th May, years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked the bum,
in a blanket 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 ball 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 within a
Petrified on the back of a in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the telephone reciever by its cord,
a glass of broken beer on the lino.
My mam slips the coffin
a polaroid of his
Clutching Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and there behold a chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish hovering in the hair.
In the scullery of the my clarinet falls
into a of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed the leather handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers with The Magic
Dad 'we'll probably 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 flute of
the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary of the wedding cake
A crystal
A tankard
these inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST IN THE WORLD
A toby jug to the brim with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug with tobacco smoke
within it's braids concealed a
of plastic soldiers set to burst
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
cradling a pearl
a seraph
with an ashtray for a
- and I don't care these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved ones
A Rington's
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Black
a photoframe
on an blurry orange thumb
I all these things
Old karate
I am tethered by things
and pesatas
I remember all these
A roll of price stickers
I can see all things but
where have all my gone?
In the end it wasn't to be.
He was the most beautiful thing that I had seen.
He survived for days
before he slipped