Not A Thing, Bush, To Worry About

There was more excitement (electric) in the house
- more than for any other, Dr Bush –
when I - Albert - was born.

I remember (but how do I remember?) there was a swinging
party at the time; & mostly the guests ( GIN
WHISKY & CHAMPAGNE ) were stoned as the dead ,
Bush!

I reclined over their heads soberly in the sweating
belly of my ma, gulping & reaching (I've been told)
for the air & the light….

***

Ma has communicated to me umbilically
that I shall be a print of perfection.

But not to worry, Bush!

with your aid I’ll soon ( with pa) be on the rump
of some original whirligig
absently whirling & whirling