San Francisco

Written by: robert sciasci

The wind came in from the sea and blew me to pieces
scattered me through the hills of the Mission and Noe Valley
i saw it all

the saint of the fog was welcoming me

as i assembled my self on the north beach
The husk of me drifted back to shore
Crisp glints of glass greeted me

as a solid I begin to move with the rotation of the planet
clockwise blooming Dahlias' circled the mirror agents
buzzing in the coffee shops,
bookstores and the dens of the cephalopods

Ignored by the wall
the door began to creek
advancing the return of silence

my ride to oblivion