Baby steps.

Two pounds change
spent on chalk farm chicken

with varicose veins

the sky is dark blue

in the type of winter

you wade through

In my hand is a cold can

of mirinda, the poor mans

fanta, but i love orange soda.

The bus comes slightly ahead of me

so i sort of jog and quietly hide my fatigue

It's more of a rumble and my head rattles

on the window. The light blue bus going past

hampstead heath musics played from behind

my seat I'm writing about london clouds

then throw an evening standard away from me

the front cover was about the casualties of haiti.

Lazy sunday two

My lazy sundays there are a few
Before the sun rises into these eyes
I spare a thought for when this bed contained two
When I got out of bed early for you
Since the day I've only had a pillow to hold on to
I remember the hungover states
Walking slowly to the cafe to put grease on our plates
trading glances through glasses
feeling full up and recovered we go back to the bed
not to sleep but love instead
slow motion kisses building to powerful movements
her held-breath-sigh turns into a belated cry

Truly on those lazy sundays I did the most
Now on these lazy sundays i find it hard to cope.
This bed is a cocoon. A womb. Behold a man reborn
call me lightfoot my name is no longer Sean.
Because I keep on moving no matter what
Because the world will be mine quick when i get the shot
Because no man can run faster from any situation
(even when not moving)
I left with the excuse "I'm a young man understand"
and i know it wasn't fair, how could you understand
when not even I could? Nowadays I hope you're happy
and your lazy sundays are filled with love, eggs and tea
at the same time... I pray to the lord for you miss me.
My lazy sundays where the best days.
but that happiness, to be real, was just a phase.

cloud runner.

Run across clouds
to the end of sky
wont even chat skype
no need for hype: they're
lighter than me without you
a destination of complete blue
no excuse of a shadow to run to
it's meaningless empitness to thee
yet the sun blesses all that i see
while looking back on this jet
thinking about what i have left;
when jess said my life my best
walking her to the station
no doubt there was a picture
of a man feeling blessed
(but let us not dwell on the effect)
undress all worries for,,, floatability,
for security, no doubts: for flyability
release the ground-level stress
-if all i ever do
is run to endless blue
keep lightfeet fast past
even a broken sinew-
one final breath, one final rest
Now it's time to start running
yes,
now the weight loss is finally
going to be put to the test

Run.

Faced with the fear

but fought it back down

took his girl and he left town

before you know it

they hit the ground

with the unicorn

she's safe and sound

like the london clouds

he'll always be around.