Alin Marin Elena's

Republic of Numbers and Letters

by Adrian Henri

Without you every morning would be like going back to work
after a holiday
Without you I couldnt stand the smell of the East Lancs Road.
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by
skeleton crews.
Without you Id probably feel happy and have no money
and time and nothing to do with it.
Without you Id have probably to leave my stillborn poems on others
peoples doorsteps, wrapped in brown paper.
Without you thered never be sauce to put on sausage butties,
Without you plastic flowers in shop windows would just be
plastic flowers in shop windows
Without you Id spend my summers picking morosely over the
remains of train crashes,
Without you white birds would wrench themselves free from
my paintings and fly off dripping blood into the night,
Without you green apples wouldnt taste greener,
Without you Mothers wouldnt let their children play out after
Without you every musician in the world would forget how to
play the blues,
Without you Public Houses would be public houses again,
Without you the Sunday Times colour supplement would
come out in black-and-white
Without you indifferent colonels would shrug their shoulders
and press the button
Without you theyd stop changing the flowers in Piccadilly
Without you Clark Kent would forget how to become
Without you Sunshine Breakfast would only consist of
Without you thered be no colour in Magic colouring books
Without you Mahlers 8th would only be performed by street
musicians in derelict houses,
Without you theyd forget to put the salt in every packet of
Without you it would be an offence punishable by a fine of up
to 200 or two months imprisonments to be found in
possession of curry powder,
Without you riot police are massing in quiet sidestreets,
Without you all streets would be one-way the other-way,
Without you thered be no one not to kiss goodnight when we
Without you the first martian to land would turn round and go
Away again,
Without you theyd forget to change the weather,
Without you blind men would sell unlucky heather,
Without you there would be
no landscape/no stations/no houses,
no chipshops/no quiet villages/no seagulls
on beaches/no hopscotch on pavements/no
night/no morning/thered be no city no country
Without you.