What We Had Was Special Baby

More poems from Alan Fielden and an unknown sender

As promised, as second instalment of Alan Fielden's singular outlook. He is officially alright.

Computer Chess, Andrew Bujaski, 2013.

WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BABY

WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL HONEY
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL WINK EMOJI
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL HE SAYS, UNFATHOMABLE, IN THE RAIN
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL I CAN’T FORGET IT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT WE CAN’T GO BACK
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT WE HAVE TO MOVE ON
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL SHE SAYS AND THEN SHE LEFT THE DINER
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL AND THEN I BROUGHT DOWN THE AXE
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT THAT’S ALL IN THE PAST
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IT WAS ONE IN A MILLION
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IT WAS IN ALL THE PAPERS
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL AND YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IT WAS ONCE IN A LIFE TIME AND YOU RECOGNISE THAT YOU SAW IT I KNOW YOU DID

WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL DOT DOT DOT
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BEAUTIFUL SERENE
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL AND THEN HE JUMPED
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT YOU AREN’T CONVINCED
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL WHAT HAPPENED?
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IN ALL CAPS FROM AN UNKNOWN EMAIL ADDRESS
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL K
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL A PALE BLUE DOT
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL A COMPOSITE PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGE OF AN
INCOMPREHENSIBLY DISTANT BLACK HOLE

WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IN RED PAINT ON YOUR FRONT DOOR
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT SHE’S GONE AND WE CAN’T BRING HER BACK
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL SAYS THE CARTOON OWL
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL BUT THIS HAS TO STOP
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL AND YET UNIVERSAL, FREELY AVAILABLE
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL SAYS THE KID TO A TWIG
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL A NEW BEGINNING A SECOND CHANCE
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL OH WELL I’M TIRED
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL LOVE SUMMER YOUTH
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL THE MEMORY LINGERS AND REVERBERATES
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL QUESTION MARK
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL INFANTILE STUPID ENOUGH
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL IT WAS IT WAS
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL YOU FELT IT TOO
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL ALL OVER NOW
WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL I REMEMBER EVERY SECOND

Effi Briest, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1974

Promos

I love watching promos. I watch promos all the time. I watch hardcore promos. I watch software promos. I watch interracial promos. I watch American promos. I sometimes watch promos over breakfast and I sometimes watch promos last thing at night. I watch promos with my girlfriend and sometimes with my family. I watch history channel promos I watch orca promos I watch wordy promos I watch bird seed promos I watch invasion of sovereign state promos I watch testicular cancer promos. I write and direct promos. Here’s one I made on my vacation on the sunny beach here’s one I made about my sausage sandwich here’s one I made for my birthday. My friends all watch promos and star in their own promos. We all share our promos. My friend sells noises all kinds of noises to ordinary people she sells them at fairs, at auctions, over the internet. I’ve seen her promo. My friend is a writer he writes all kinds of words in all kinds of orders. I’ve seen his promo. My friend is a carpenter he’s good with wood and he’s got lots of it. I’ve seen his promo. And they’ve all seen my promo because it’s fucking big and it’s fucking long and it’s the best fucking promo going.

- Alan Fielden