2031 - What a to-do to decide what to do

So many things to do, or I could do
Is life about these opportunities
And taking them fearlessly? Not a few
Failures are guaranteed, but should we seize
Them all, and if so, why? Or should we ease
Up and relax through days and years, breathing
And resting like wisecats, not busy bees?
Do we opt in, or out? It's fun running
But not when it's physically damaging
And takes time from... well everything else you
Could be doing, or not doing. The skies
Are pink and purple, someone's murdering
The sun, he's below ground, think I know who...
Stabbed by the crescent moon, that horn of sleaze...

2030 - Punky party

A neat day off work, simply relaxing
Didn't even go out, spent no money
I sat and smoked what was left, thus passing
Time painlessly while watching the TV
Is this what life's like for all Jeremy
Kyle's guests? Watched his show, twice, took a few pix
Of me to send, shaved, watched two DVDs
The first, Dylan Moran live, saw him switch
From topic to topic to more topics
Skilfully, as if in the pub, musing
Then I watched most of 'Punk Rock - The Movie'
Loads of rare early Siouxsie, even bits
Of John McKay on guitar, Shane dancing
In '77 at the Roxy

2029 - Pictures of Lily

Sat at my desk but thinking of that girl
We are about to exchange sexy pix
It's nice to do that, stay in a safe world
But have fun showing off our naughty bitz
For weeks now we've been sending saucy texts
She started it, I resisted strongly
But she's turned into a temptress, a minx
And now I'm looking forward til I see
Her nooks and crannies all revealed to me
And not just that, her smooth soft skin revealed
And not knowing what she might send me next
I've also got to send some, naturally
It's only fair, and she seems to be, well
Desperate to see me too, and to connect

2028 - In and out the A2 road

A lovely warm sunny day, no jacket
A lot to do and it took all day long
First, had breakfast and then read Louis' script
Next, checked out the routes to and round London
But I was late, I had to get the van
Drove back home, loaded on Louis' boxes
Manchester was sealed off (a marathon)
But got to Pearl's (at her mum's), did the biz
Loading up again, then to Grandma Do's
(Where Louis' DVDs went), then drove it
To New Cross (Pearl's new place) - got the route wrong
To Hainault, where Louis lives, but it is
Amazing, I always get there, no sweat
Then home with foot to the floor. Phew, I'm done!

2027 - Happy days, warm nights

It seemed like the year's hottest day so far
The girls were all out in their shorts and tights
Or shorts and bare legs - plenty of eye fare
And I gladly paid the fare, caught train right
Into the city with Josie, caught sight
Of Pearl on the balcony, and her mum
In the flat, then Louis got there, a slight
Stroll to 'Dough' where we ate Italian
Vee and Pearl went to see 'Chicago' and
Josie and me went to 'Oklahoma'
(A knick-knack shop) and there bought a few treats
I got a vinyl record-style clock, fun
For the living-room. It's ticking louder
Than the old one! A happy day, alright!

2026 - What is work worth?

I'm sitting here at work on a nice day
But I'm not sorry, don't want to complain
Friday afternoon, I'll soon be away
And this job really isn't a great strain
Those poor kids, many with a well-honed brain
From years of education, good results
What is there for them now? No, down the drain
With ambition, prosperity, just hulks
Sun-bleached on the beach, seen on depressed walks
Through beautiful nowhereland, every day
The same, the same old routine, lacking aim
Like my late teens, when catching train or bus
Just to get out, spending my dole money
On records, clothes...but at home, in the main

2025 - Dream on

A good night's sleep, but awoke with backache
Good dreams, though I've forgotten what they were
Sometimes forgotten dreams can reawake
In conversation, or when the idea
Is resurrected by something we hear
A Proustian memory-jogger, memory
Not of real life, but of the life in here
Internal, surreal, fantastical, the
Agglomeration of reality
And personal perception, our own take
Filtered through our own love and our own fear
Strange brew, strange view, even to we who see
This nightly movie through closed eyes, and make
It simultaneously while lying there