Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian at 9:30 AM
in Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked the bum,
swaddled in a blanket like a wheel.
My big brother on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, bellowing the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
Nothing
Death within a
on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle waving to us from the beach,
gently out of reach,
the telephone swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken expanding on the lino.
My mam slips the coffin
a of his sweetheart
Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a of clownfish hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of flour - a of pins
squashed into the handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll have to chop them off'.
He like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod a hole through his shin
There are in his moustache
charging a of champagne
the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake
A crystal
A pewter
these words inscribed upon the
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST IN THE WORLD
A toby jug to the brim with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured tobacco smoke
it's braids concealed a rank
of soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a false
a seraph
an ashtray for a brain
- and I don't care about things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my ones disappear?
A Rington's
a forking hairline seam of through the Black Gate
a digital
frozen on an blurry thumb
I remember all things
Old trophies
I am by these things
and pesatas
I remember all things
A roll of Woolworth's stickers
I can see all things but
where have all my people
In the end it wasn't to be.
He was the beautiful thing that I had ever seen.
He survived for days
before he slipped