A script doctor from Jumanji drew the curtains to reveal Mad
Ave, outside NYC, where people in walk-on roles pass our dead end window.

Cheerleaders knock themselves out, tied together in women’s active wear.
Odd, one has not learnt it’s scripted.

The street, a cul de sac to the point, casts shadows
over ATM media maps bringing more into the live swelter.

From the original Mad Ave
in NYC

Two Spanish-speaking women try new salads.
The contours.