Torn From Tomorrow's Headlines

Forgotten Leaf

We're a forgotten leaf,
Left to a sea
That can't be reached
By anyone.
We're a forgotten leaf,
Floating out to sea.

We're a forgotten leaf,
Lost from a branch
That can't be reached
By anyone.
We're a forgotten leaf,
Falling from the tree.

Popcorn Fodder

The movies lied. There was no fanfare when I arrived.
There was no slow motion move across a crowded dance floor when I first saw you
There was no spotlight when we met, no romantic rain when we kissed.
There was no easy on the ears pop song to dance to when we fell in love. No mournful piano played when we split.
There was no fade out when I cried, no-one with the right words to help the part of me that died.
There was no director to tell me what emotion to feel. No editor to spare my blushes, no cinematographer to make me seem less real.
All the script doctors in the world went on strike when I had but three words to save our love so true.
Because in the final scene your leading man forgot to say I love you.

For Buttons

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For A Thief

take me

Brushstroke Bird

I'm a brushstroke bird,
Caught in a frame,
And hung on a wall,
In a world,
Close to where,
The new bird stays,
And flies around his cage.
How I envy him.

Death Mask

I have been separated from my whole by the inescapable noise of today. The cacophony of lights, the echo of colour, the deafening burden of stupidity. I want to return to myself, but the endless road home is lost to me shrouded in a fog of banality so thick I choke on it's emptiness. My head collapses from the strain of grinning for sheep in sheep's clothing, nodding in the right place and hiding controversy and argument behind tedium and agreement. My stomach churns vile acidic eruptions at every shortened phrase and misplaced rage.
I have to leave for the sake of the me that is lost in the hills looking down in the valley of shadows.

Equation

Daniel Stairmaster - Chainz
Spiral x Zpiral
Graham + Pronk
Tumbleweed - Memories
= The Only Answer You Will Ever Question

Tidal Waves From Cheeks

Cinema.

Smiles.

Touching hands.

Choosing seats.

Big screen.

Curtains open
Trailers.

Titles.

Feel-good
Character
investment.
Fingers meet, too.

No-one
Outside.

A life within
Real life,
Caught
Within a screen.

Reprehensible
Character
Cursed by
Goodness.

Resonation.

He dies
After
Performing
Your flaws
In front of you.

Hiding feelings.
Thankful that
The lights are off,
And emotions on.

And the shit
Hits home
With
applause
Aplenty.
When the film ends.

You don't applaud
But wonder
If she
feels the same
As you.
Or them.

Convoluted expressions
With hands,
Mask tears
Rolling,
Like tidal waves
From cheeks

And finally
you turn to her.

And she gets up
To leave.

Two Million And Six

I was sat under the stars, in 1986,
A 10 year-old kid,
You know, when jupiter fell from the sky?
Well, no-one believed me then,
not that I told them.

They did, however,
believe in the concept of time machines.
But they threw stones at me instead.
Till I was dead
In two million and six.

Bad Education, Good Heart

It was several dancefloors ago right now,
It's not as though im proud of myself,
In anything.
So, what I'm sayin is, prhaps you're sat at home wishin I
Was by your side.
Well, yeah, maybe that's true,
But I'd rather know where
I live on estate
An care for you
I can look out for no-one.
Cept you
I have a good heart but no eduaction
And sometimes my thoughts are comprw.
O only care reLLYT AND andm sprry.
I'.

Well, they said I was i don'tno.
I try.

City Feelings

Rain falls sometimes, when I'm smoking paper.
Doesn't matter what I'm smoking,
I don't care for what I'm reading.
When the ink doesn't run,
I bless my stars and catch a light,
Given over by no-one.
I'm an anti-tramp who feels displaced.

Sun shines sometimes, when I'm painting paper.
I don't care for what I'm thinking,
I just live for what I'm breathing,
When the rain doesn't fall,
I bless my time and cadge a lift,
Given over by no-one,
I'm an ink-blot that feels erased.

Light falls, when I'm printing paper,
Doesn't matter what I'm doing,
I just live for what I'm making,
When the bomb doesn't drop.
I bless my time and take no blame,
Told to someone, not no-one,
I'm a saver that feels released.

She's Been Gone For Miles

See the girl over there?
The one where the wind blows near?
She's the one with the come-to-me hair -
And the one that'll leave me somewhere.

See the girl over here?
Yeah, the one where sweet nothing blows near?
She's the one with the go-to-hell smile -
And the girl that'll leave me some time.

And she left me some time.

See the girl over there?
The one with the hurricane lies?
She's the one with the fuck-me-up face -
And the reason I hate this damn place.

See that girl over there?
The one heading over to me?
She's the one thaat I can't stand to see -
I'm pretending she's been gone for miles.

E = MC Impaired

It's not exactly Einstein,
Merely red wine and sunshine.

1,609,344 m

One million,
Six hundred and nine thousand,
Three hundred and fourty-four miles.

That's the number,
Written out,
As though some kind of poem.

And hyberbole suggests
It's an overstatement
To walk so far.

And Proclamations of plagiariasm don't go ignored.

And pedants point to innacuracies -
And they'd be correct.

It should be kilometres.
After all.

Web of Lies

Brief Beauty

Look

Random Sentences

Random sentences,
Hidden, but laid bare
To describe who I am.
Failing (like I care),
And plucking words from the air -

Guitar.

Maybe meaning something, somewhere.
Front to back, or back to front,
Maybe villain, maybe hero -


Lament, and repent - it's past zero.

A Question

Where is Zpiral?

Answers on a folded donkey to:

Mr C. Hainz
666 Batman Street
Flitherville
New Utopia

Time at the bar

Extra cold, extra dry, light and refreshing, or angry or mild.
Soda diluted, with coke, orange, lemon, Tabasco, lime and pimento.
With ice, a slice, a straw, an umbrella, from Italy, Paraguay, Spain or Australia.
Made from Hops, Apples, Grapes or Wheat. Kept in a a barrel, a cauldron, a bottle, in rows so neat.
Given a crazy name.
Part of a drinking game.
Served with flickering flame
Sweetened with sugar cane.
In a glass, a tankard, a jug or a sink,
WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT, I JUST WANT A FUCKING DRINK!

The Sky Fell

I am the invisible real made flesh.
A tangent soul cast adrift amidst an ocean of embellishment.
Ignored by those that see with eyes of lies, those informed by words written by tellers of fortune.
The strong of spirit would persevere, I am not that, I vanish. Hibernating in a litter of comfort.
A truth that cannot find me, cannot harm me.
The winter falls, I walk through the cold, leaving my depressions in the snow. January melts, I am reborn in Springs virgin eye. Now able to do without a palpable past, without the agony of meagre victories usurped by major failings.
Nature spreads it's glory in warmth alive with pain, If I see past the broken mirror of others I will soon blossom again.