Ode on Celestial Music, by Brian Patten

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Ode on Celestial Music

(or, It's The Girl in the Bathroom Singing)

It's not celestial music,
it's the girl downstairs in the bathroom singing.
You can tell. Although it's winter
the trees outside her window have grown leaves,
all manner of flowers push up through the floorboards.
I think - what a filthy trick that is to play on me,
I snip them with my scissors shouting
'I want only bone fide celestial music!'
Hearing this she stops singing.

Out of her bath now the girl knocks on my door.
'Is my singing disturbing you?' she smiles entering.
'Did you say it was licentious or sensual?
And excuse me, my bath towel's slipping.'
A warm and blonde creature.
I slam the door on her breasts shouting
'I want only bone fide celestial music!'

Much later on in life I wear my hearing aid.
What have I done to my body, ignoring it,
splitting things into so many pieces my hands
cannot mend anything? The stars, the buggers, remained
Down in the bathroom now her daughter is singing.
Turning my hearing aid full volume
I bend close to the floorboards hoping
for at least one song to get through.


Poem by Brian Patten from  Selected Poems.

Suggested by the intangible Carenza


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swapman's avatar
in the world of borat, very niiiice.