We Never Saw The Script Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

a breeze flicks through a glossy magazine

and drifted into focus
for patisseries et cafe noir
they acted-out delusion
at the Coffee Bar

even smoking was an art-form
and life a show parade
as frame by frame were flickering
dazzle onto shade

was it someone in the music
who was screwing-up the page
'cos suddenly it was over
the reel was disengaged

and maybe we were extras
they took and cast adrift
and maybe there's a reason
we never saw the script