Before the run

I wanna write about you

There’s something about the way that you

Stand

The way you move both a hand

The feet and toes in you

The mannerisms boy blue

Your ballet pose

Now I haven’t run for about a month

So for me, ten minutes

Would be something

But for you

It’s like running across

A small ocean

Ultra marathons

And 50 kilometres

The stamina it takes

To do that

The mental focus

It seriously impresses me

I’m trying to remember

If I remember you

Were you part of that

Kiswahili tribe

Have I known you before?

I’m not sure

You’re like a supernatural

Comic book hero

Hollywood will know the 

One

Not sure if it was Heaman

But you’re something

I can’t quite put my finger

On it

Pretty sure they’ll know

It’s written in your blood

I can see it in my visions

Was tryna work it out

A while back

From a sporty family 

Like me

Although I’ve paid you

In the past 

I get the impression

You do care

And that means a lot

To someone like me

Now how does it feel

When you’re running

I always ask the Olympians

When they’re training

What they’re running for

I run for rain where 

There is drought

Some run for gold

Some run for their country

Some run for blood

Some run for freedom

I felt like you run

For love

I could be wrong

It’s a brilliant

Focus

When you channel

Your energy into 

Something positive

Like exercise

This isn’t really a poem

Sometimes I just feel 

Like watching your brother

Play tennis

With the ball going back

And forth

It’s hypnotic

And boy he’s good

What a champion

I reckon he’d thrash me

But I would have beaten him

At twelve and fifteen

When I peaked

If I trained hard

I might get a game

But that’s about it

Did you like Challengers?

Good channelling

Aware of the scripts

Now the trouble is

It’s the way he sees me

It really pisses me off

Sometimes I feel the way

Somebody interprets you

Can be really warped

It pisses him off 

That I do this

But equally

Who gives a fuck

It’s just ‘a bunch of words’

Like a bunch of songs

What really matters

When you get to your 

Death bed

Most people say they

Wished they’d seen people

More and had more sex

I think he’s forgotten 

Or doesn’t even know 

Who I am?

We used to get on well

But it’s mired the situation

Unnecessarily so

When what’s so easy for me

Is difficult for them

My God did I send endless 

Bloody boring sometimes

Insane messages

But did I want to send one?

No!

Didn’t I wanna meet up

And have a chat 

And sort it out

And crack on with it

Bring my ideas to the table

Yes

Can I put feelings aside

Too damn easily

Can others?

I wish they could

Glastonbury 2025

Could have looked 

Pretty different

The band would be back

Together by now

I’m sure of it

Those are my skills

I wish people would appreciate

Our different skills

Bring them to the table

And watch the money 

Flow in

Like leaves in autumn

Do I care if someone doesn’t 

Feel anything for me?

No, I find that incredibly

Comfortable

Is it cos I is posh?

I can hear the gang actors

Acting

How does it make you feel

If I speak in your accent

Because when Liam and Noel

Take the piss out of toffs

It really cracks me up

This is prose

I think I have an ugly nose

Not really bothered

Whether I’m ugly or attractive

Because it’s all art to me

Do you know buddy

I wish he could find it in him

I think it would make his 

Life so much easier

It would make me happier

Too

Get people rid of the hang ups

And issues

Pass the tissues

And refrain from any judgement

In the end

We’re all people

We feel

The love is always there

I just wish he would take

Both roads

And make his wildest dreams

Come true

But stop making it

So bloody difficult for himself

I have so many ideas

For his birthdays

They would blow your mind

His friends would love them 

But I’m gonna keep them

A secret

Until he finds it in him

Keep running boyo

I’ll look after your knee

Got that Kenyan runner

Running through you 😉

(Stream of consciousness, it often is 😁)