Illuminated by cinema screen
back light, their shadows
pestering the divide
of reality and make-believe,
they do their best to not spoil it for others
yet somehow their presence
is enough to destroy the artifice erected.
Too slow, they reason,
the actors have done nothing
for ten minutes, save eat a pie
and wear a sheet;
no patience some people,
bet they liked the sex scene
in the film before mind.
Ian D. Hall 2017