Quiet on the Set

By Andrew R. Duckworth

They expect me to sit in silence,
As if we’re on a movie set
Where every minute is money,
But none of the lines make sense.
Yet, still, silence
While the carefully crafted dialogue
Crashes like two colliding trains.
A paying public knows better,
Reads between the lines-
One would think.
Or maybe they get sucked in
By the narrative
Crumbling under the weight of reason.
Yet, still, silence.
Perhaps the audience will leave
Halfway through,
Noticing the plot holes.