Cinema Bell

I was talking again at an assembly of friends

We were close, we were close, we were close to the end

We had a blood connection and other difficulties

We don't write memoirs, we write massive autobiographies

I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell

In my reverie

There was a boy on the screen, apologetically

Offering, offering a pet bird to a priest

We had the one ambition: to grow up quickly and be

In the privilege of the relevant authority

I remembered my tear-ducts existed and worked, like land mines they hurt

So then it proved impossible to answer understandable

FAQs from them

I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell

In my reverie

I had a fast and full recovery

Enjoying grapes and 7-UP

Whereupon the sacred heart above me interrupts:

"Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?

Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?

Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?"

They would have stayed awake for anyone else