the Smilin’ Buddha

by dm gillis

I remember that if not for the neon
the fat bouncer’s face would have been
shades of Sydney Greenstreet
a massive star of boiling noir
with its punk planets wheeling
the street fights and the moons
the hookers in retrograde
and furiously smoking mahjong Chinatown

that was the scene the
before the city ran out
in midsentence