It's like listening to 909

It's like when you're, you know, you're tryna live within your means

It's like being a fox and having all these dickheads shooting at you

It's the flower underfoot

What's it like? It's like a neighbour with a gripe and the rage

It's like having a conversation with someone

Who doesn't drink coffee for the first two hours of the day

It's like proposing on air, it's like having a workplace nom du guerre

It's like lying about a bomb scare to get out of work

It's like listening to 909

I think what I would like is for everyone to be slightly hungover all the time

And for me to be tipsy, one or two swifties in, but nothing unbecoming

Everyone is talking about the monumental exhibition, the epic

But I'm just thinking about the biography

I'm just hoping someone can show me

Anyway, I unplug the radio from the socket under my bed and find the adapter

I plug it into the shaving-only socket in the bathroom

In the shower, I listen to the news

The measured calmness of the headlines, twinned with the hot pinpricks above

Stir within me a great feeling of both health and un-health

The exchanges between the presenters further extends this sense

They feign the essential rhythms of life, as though it is life or death

I'm not listening to the words, but I can hear how they speed up to abide by the incoming segments

It is stranger than fiction

But I choose to believe in this

Because this is my morning tonic, before the daily yips

I leave the house in this fiction, act like my actions are scripted

My centre is everywhere, my circumference is nowhere

And by the old central station, I sit down and I answer all my emails

Everyone is staring at me, I know so because I can feel it

Every haptic ounce of paranoia forcefully rises and threatens an exposé

I am facing the screen, but thinking about nothing can't actually be seen

So, I carry on, I push the words and I hear the show call from above

It's your views, it's your call

It's your views, it's your call

It's 909, 909

It's your views, it's your call