Three and a half minute souls are sitting
in the hands of the radio presenters’ voices.
After each track has finished they’re throwing
around words like ‘wind machine pop’,
‘gospel cheese’ and ‘electric posh’.
The writers of the songs are in different towns
buying milk for the morning, getting their
haircut before getting home in time to put
their children to bed, opening their notepad
when everyone else is asleep.

© Carl Burkitt 2023