C90

 

Imagine

Carrying around two vinyl records

In a plastic case just four inch long

And half an inch wide

How good would that be?

 

Sitting

at a hi-tech record player

that lets you copy the sounds you hear

and with the subtle use of ‘PAUSE’

transfer onto a compilation tape.

 

Saturdays

Moving from format to format

The highlights of a dozen albums

To create a killer mixtape

That will astound the nonbelievers

 

Thinking

About what music you like

Pressing ‘RECORD’ to write them

Onto plastic love letters

That you can give to her

 

Travelling

In a Ford Capri

And pressing ‘PLAY’

To drive your father wild

With the ‘Best Of Black Sabbath’

 

Watching

Your hopes and dreams

Unravelling in a brown snake

Then being chewed and gobbled

By the inner workings of the machine

 

C90

Cowering before

MP3

Then slowly dying

Like a dinosaur

 

Imagine

Years from now

Finding relics of one

On a dusty shelf

And listening to your young heart

 

Because

Of course you saved

That old cassette player

Like you save the love letters

And the envelopes