An old song...

(Revisited, just for the record)

The Kino Song

Neon lights make a static sound

So dragon-flies don't stand their ground

While the venus trap closes around.

Fortunes and fears are read in patterns of the coffee cup

And we stay up

In sleepless nights

At Café Kino.

She plays the saw in melancholia

He sees her wings with p

areidolia,

She moves calculated, curvilinear

He knows, advised with apophenia,

That she'll soon walk the rope scaffold.

He fills his cavities with dental gold

As this hyperlinked narrative begins to unfold...

Forced parallels don't hold

Manufactured memories are sold

In ugly beauty magazines -

Each with a free centerfold.

In flourescent menus of promises and paranoia,

We search for love

And feel at home somehow,

Till we are asked to move

From Café Kino.