Café Filmo

By | 27 June 2005

the Italians

go to Starbucks –

beam me up biscotti.

Pasolini, the charmer,

orders decaf.

last century

Federico Fellini

made films as if

everyone loved films

that was the gift, the key.

Pier Paolo filmed

like someone

who'd never been drunk

falling in love with wine.

it's long since

the dazey days

when ye olde avant-garde

sat through the world's

longest short film festivals,

when hillbilly dills on pills

optically distorted

nightmarish knots

in wood grain

close-up in 16 mm.

Nino Rota

lights a low tar,

hums to cool

a macchiato,

dotting staves

on napkins.

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