Her First
Spoon and Pusher
They puke up
recommendations
you know –
from algorithms,
other selections
you might enjoy
along those
lines, I don’t care enough
to fact
check that stuff,
I’m sure you’re
quick enough cotton on,
an idiom and
archaic phrase
that comes from the adhesive state
of fibres,
since I asked; you didn’t.
I see these
videos all the time
and is it on the
nose to point it out
along the
lines of - well, why?
There’s
another one you may’ve missed,
harks back to railways, theodolites and such;
gangs of
navvies glyphing millstone grit
to carve
their initials there.
But look,
try not to snigger as he stares
pretty
vacant - clickbait, you’d call it, not me:
it’s My
Daughter’s 1st Listen
to ‘Home
by the Sea’. That’s all?
Genesis, 43
years old, not great,
off an album
thought third rate,
not a patch
on Foxtrot, Nursery Cryme
which are definitely
beyond this pair,
but could I give
a monkey’s? Not me.
Here’s a few
I’ve tossed off, feel free:
My daughter’s
first bib, first beaker, first fart,
her very first
piece of very shitty art,
look - her very
first Barcelona baby-gro,
and maybe
someday he’ll actually go
to Spain, Portugal
or Mother Russia.
Fuck him; his
adoption of half assed tunes -
and if you’re
watching her very first spoon
then check out her very first pusher.

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