The Buddha Runs the Record Store

The buddha runs the record store,
spending hours motionless
behind the counter and keeping
the landscape of saints alphabetized.

Blue jeans.
Boots.
And her hair tied up as a knot
atop her head.

The black glasses aren't
really for reading. They're fake,
for the sake of being
in the world,
where such fixtures of fashion
can almost provide
what we hope of halos.



jerry gordon
1.22.06
Cafe Independants, Kyoto