Poetry – Music is the Medium of Change – A picture of the moronic emptiness of our culture.


Consumer units

Dreaming of lottery wins

To own or not to own

But you cannot take it with you

Your body or my home


Keep off my girl

I’ll defend it with my life

Building the future

I must buy me a wife


Legalise the medicine

That takes away the pain

In front of the silver screen

Sanitising the insane


OPHER 10.5.98

The it does not refer to the woman – it refers to the way of lifelessness.

The population seem to drift through a haze towards inevitability. Days are full of moronic nothingness, soporific TV and narcotising ALCOHOL. Lust fills the time in between.

Dreams and hopes are of escalation, ownership and purchasing power.

Sometimes I wonder what the average person (if there is such a one) would do with £25 million when they get bored on a rainy day? It appears to me that life is vacuous for most people and lacking in substance.

No wonder some turn to religion. It fills the gap. The trouble is that, from my perspective, it fills the gap with something unreal.

I yearn for creativity. Music was the vehicle for the raising of my sensibilities. It got me thinking and bopping.