Chinatown

Never in China
Always in motion
Beneath an airliner
gangs on their missions
chopsticks to mix
quick fingers to fix
girls high pitch giggling
coffee so sticky
sow struggle squieking
race of the rikschah
oil in the jar
words from far
smells of ginger
knife that injures
staring at me
stranger to be
in my own country
full with strange lanterns,
temples and unknown signs,
goddess in half lit shrines,
I shudder, I frown,
I ended up in Chinatown.

F Sz 3 Nov 2006 Chevry