Without

I went to a movie at a cinema complex

Found myself involved in a passion play

Was I the object of the leading man's ire?

Did I arouse the lead actress's desire?

Was I the bad guy meant to behave badly?

It was a Hollywood film full of irony, sadly.

I knew I was lying on the cutting room floor

To remain a great unknown to the world.

I left the cinema feeling gutted and empty

In a car without a street,

As a scent is without its musk,

Like a sunset without the dusk,

Like an answer missing its question.

And headed for home without a house

I entered my bedroom without its bed

And lay on my pillow without my head

I awoke from a sleepless night

Moved my bowels without the meat

Had a hot shower without the heat

After eating my cereal without the milk

I stepped onto the footpath without its city

Made my way back to the cinema-less screen;

Anyway, anyhow, perhaps or but

I'll be waiting patiently for the director's cut.